Remember when parades were a thing? BREAKING: Labor Day was not named for women squirting fully baked fetuses out of their hoo-has because hahahaha celebrating women is a silly notion. Labor Day actually celebrates workers, as in unions, as in the people who are constantly trying to undermine this country with their radical notions like workplace safety laws and child labor laws and not wanting to be paid in company scripts because waaahhh fucking babies.
Tom Joad: Well, maybe it's like Casy says. A fellow ain't got a soul of his own, just little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs to everybody, then...Ma Joad: Then what, Tom?Tom Joad: Then it don't matter. I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the houses they build - I'll be there, too.Ma Joad: I don't understand it, Tom.Tom Joad: Me, neither, Ma, but - just somethin' I been thinkin' about.
A CEO, a tea partier, and a union organizer are seated at a table. In front of them is a plate with twelve cookies on it. The CEO grabs eleven cookies, then turns to the tea partier and says, "Hey! That union thug's trying to steal your cookie!"
$25. How about you? How about everyone publicly announce their donation and purchase totals? If their swag was Union made, or at the very least made in U.S. I'd buy a few items. I don't see that advertised which leads me to believe it isn't and it's not. Bully someone else hypocrite.
And we're the lucky ones. When I worked for a state university, the situation was a lot more like it used to be for most fulltime workers: paid vacations, federal holidays and sick leave and an actual pension (none of this 401K bullshit). That all began slipping away in the Reagan years and had mostly disappeared by the early 1990s in the private sector. Only government employees now enjoy the benefits that ought to be standard throughout our economy. And it really, REALLY sucks to be a part time, non-white collar worker here, as there are no benefits of any kind.
My grandparents worked as tailors for a Union garment industry company in NY and then Philadelphia. They couldn't speak very much English but they had excellent medical AND dental insurance and very good pensions. They owned a modest home in Philadelphia and a beach house in Cape May. They were not rich but we're solid middle class. They loved this country. Adored, respected, and revered FDR and Eleanor. My grandfather genuinely enjoyed working for his employer so much that he didn't retire until he was 75. During the Great Depression he financially helped many people so they could keep their homes and put food on their tables. After WWII, my grandmother expected these people to repay their loans. Only about half did. This enraged my grandmother because she perceived it as disrespect. My grandfather would tell her to stop worrying, it was only money. I try to be more like my grandfather but don't always succeed.
Most of 'em irregular verbs...or that's what my school memories try to tell me.
He's survived Dubya, I'm sure he'll survive the Tony Abbott Experience(tm).
Surviving the OZ fauna, on the other hand...^^
made to last
Yerrite!
Tom Joad: Well, maybe it's like Casy says. A fellow ain't got a soul of his own, just little piece of a big soul, the one big soul that belongs to everybody, then...Ma Joad: Then what, Tom?Tom Joad: Then it don't matter. I'll be all around in the dark - I'll be everywhere. Wherever you can look - wherever there's a fight, so hungry people can eat, I'll be there. Wherever there's a cop beatin' up a guy, I'll be there. I'll be in the way guys yell when they're mad. I'll be in the way kids laugh when they're hungry and they know supper's ready, and when the people are eatin' the stuff they raise and livin' in the houses they build - I'll be there, too.Ma Joad: I don't understand it, Tom.Tom Joad: Me, neither, Ma, but - just somethin' I been thinkin' about.
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mostly - how much have you donated to wonk to keep them online ?
I was a steward, chief steward, and branch vice president in an elected official's office who was a conservative Republican. Shit got fucking ugly.
Yes, but you can't comment...
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A CEO, a tea partier, and a union organizer are seated at a table. In front of them is a plate with twelve cookies on it. The CEO grabs eleven cookies, then turns to the tea partier and says, "Hey! That union thug's trying to steal your cookie!"
$25. How about you? How about everyone publicly announce their donation and purchase totals? If their swag was Union made, or at the very least made in U.S. I'd buy a few items. I don't see that advertised which leads me to believe it isn't and it's not. Bully someone else hypocrite.
'Get your facts right, nevergonnabepreznitHuck!!' There. Fixed.
Damn right!
And we're the lucky ones. When I worked for a state university, the situation was a lot more like it used to be for most fulltime workers: paid vacations, federal holidays and sick leave and an actual pension (none of this 401K bullshit). That all began slipping away in the Reagan years and had mostly disappeared by the early 1990s in the private sector. Only government employees now enjoy the benefits that ought to be standard throughout our economy. And it really, REALLY sucks to be a part time, non-white collar worker here, as there are no benefits of any kind.
I always get those two confuzed. Must be the mutton chops.
My grandparents worked as tailors for a Union garment industry company in NY and then Philadelphia. They couldn't speak very much English but they had excellent medical AND dental insurance and very good pensions. They owned a modest home in Philadelphia and a beach house in Cape May. They were not rich but we're solid middle class. They loved this country. Adored, respected, and revered FDR and Eleanor. My grandfather genuinely enjoyed working for his employer so much that he didn't retire until he was 75. During the Great Depression he financially helped many people so they could keep their homes and put food on their tables. After WWII, my grandmother expected these people to repay their loans. Only about half did. This enraged my grandmother because she perceived it as disrespect. My grandfather would tell her to stop worrying, it was only money. I try to be more like my grandfather but don't always succeed.