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Barber's High Horse/Fire Auto Execs, Keep Great Workers About 20 years ago, I remember waiting in Ford's world headquarters for a business meeting dealing with a video project I'd hoped they'd sponsor. Dearborn, Michigan circa 1987. Or 1988. Just at the stroke of noon from the lofty and ivory towers, I'll never forget seeing a literal sea of black suits descending the stairs headed toward their three martini lunches. And, when I report to you ---black suits, I mean just that; each and every one looked as if he (no shes in the bunch) had been punched out of a stamp press. Black suits, close haircuts, 6'0" tall and automaton-esque. It was really an eye-opener; just a veritable tide of black suits, all clones, coming down the steps at the exact moment, and they all looked as if they were creatures from a Rod Serling 'Twlight Zone'. These were the great minds of a great corporation, and each one looked as if he had one thing in mind---to look as totally similar as the automaton next to him, behind him and in front of him. I wonder how many of them are now vying for jobs as managers of a Quizno's, day-trading with the dregs of their 401k---or, more likely, are picking lint out of their navels as Mr. Moms while their wives work as substitute teachers. Blame the labor unions, blame the economy, blame the tarot cards. That's up to you. My take will always be---the U.S. auto industry's woes are the fault of greedy, black suited, pompous sons of bitches who never thought the gravy train would derail. The great minds simply did the bidding of the black suits. They had no choice. Now, the great minds are being put to pasture as quickly as severance 'packages' can get them there. Is a $25 billion or one-trillion dollar bailout going to make a difference?? Only if every black suited-clone stays at Quiznos and, somehow, some way, great minds are allowed to prevail. P.S. Not a whit of thanks goes either to the UAW, which for years was populated by racketeers, murderers, thugs and pond scum. I have long felt many of them were weaned in the black jack, sap and acid-in-the-face school of negotiation. To this day. Pathetic. Ron Barber, President In the Line of Duty e-mail me:
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