Quotas took our jobs!

The McCoys were a milk farming family who lived on both sides of the US-Canada border - somewhere north of Montana. The family had been milk farmers for generations - all focusing on values and morals that made most sense for maintaining a milk farming lifestyle.

For instance, the boys could not go to school until all 150 cows had been milked, every morning, in the family personal barn. The rest of the 3,487 cow were milked by hired help.

One day, the USMCA set a higher quota for milk on the Canadian side than on the US side - creating an artificial demand that gave the Canadian McCoys business for years to come, but left the US McCoys out of work.

The US McCoys had a choice to make: move to Canada, or find new employment.

The US McCoys chose to stay in the US.

So the US McCoys applied for unemployment…

The current generation of US McCoys were caught up in hedonism, and did not have callings that could make their US family a profit. The elder US McCoys could not learn new skills, as they had farmed their whole lives.

One day, a young US McCoy was uploading a photo showing that he had applied for jobs that day, when he saw an add for a “Data Doctor“ on the Unemployment Insurance website. The young US McCoy clicked the link, set up a call, and screen shared with the Data Doctor.

The Data Doctor asked for the family Insurance policy for the cars, home, and toys. The doc then returned a set of ByLaws and Cues that helped shape up the family communications, and inspire the younger generation to find a calling that was profitable; this involved developing skills that would actually be lucrative and conducive with the economy.

The family went through a struggle of having to adjust their perspectives and lifestyles to align with the modern economy.

When the young US McCoy grew up, he heard a truck driver in a bar say:

“They took er jobs!“

to which the young US McCoy responded:

“It’s not 'they' that took your job… it was robots, quorums, and quotas!“

…

They laughed and drank and died holding hands that day