As we enjoy this Labor Day (a manufactured holiday [See the pun there? Manufactured?] championed by the labor leader of the illustrious CLU in New York State, date: 1882, to assure his re-election by rewarding his populace with an unpaid work day) let us take a moment to renew our faith in the labor force that built this great country, with their Rockefeller-like pension plans, salaries so generous many can purchase second homes, or at least boats [thank God] by embodying the skills to turn screws in the same direction all damn day long (It’s a skill. I’m told it’s a skill), who have the collective ability to shut the transfer of goods down, and ground planes from our skies.
This glorious day celebrates the common man’s economic and social contributions to our society, with a sale thrown in for good measure. Of course, this doesn’t hold true if your one of the worker’s that have to be in the store that’s having the sale, but let’s not confuse ourselves here.
I, on the other hand, will be laboring at the beach and then in the garden.
All Hail Rosie the Riveter…
|Aren’t they perty.|