My partner, Ken, loves the bots. He raves about how they are streamlining our business and eliminating waste. I personally hate these same bots. They are insidious and out after all our jobs.
For example, a group of art students from Kingman visited the True West World Headquarters last Friday and I tried to warn them: it's going to become harder and harder to do art that is original. A bot will do it faster, better and cheaper, if not for free. And, speaking of free. . .
Free At Last
Just when our country needed him most. . .
He was a mixed-breed captivo, thrown into a world he didn't ask for, nor understand.
The Top Secret Writer and I came up with the idea of a graphic novel on this Crazy Captivo and we have made several runs at the idea, but it has never gained traction. Somehow, I think we missed a convincing scene (and I have a hunch it would only take one, if it was done right). One in which we witness his humanity and his dilemma. One that I believe our entire country is immersed in at the moment: Who the hell are we and how in God's name did we get to this crazy place?
I recently heard that our social media driven techno-morass-juggernaut has created a "category five disruption."
"Things have come to a hell of a pass when a man with horse sense acts like an ass."
—Old Vaquero Saying