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March 5, 2019
The train drivers are on strike. They're doing this on behalf of the passengers. In the tedium of our everydayness, we are sometimes led to believe that This is okay. This: Being squashed in a tin can. This: Sweat-stained and smelly pressed against the body of another sweaty human with bad breath. This: A requirement for two massage sessions in one weekend because our back is killing us. Literally killing us. How did the train drivers come to this decision? Their sons and daughters, their spouses, all of them are suffering. Meanwhile, TPTB are talking about robot-powered trains.