Labor Day — the day we recognize and acknowledge all those hours spent in a hospital gown that exposes our backside to the world, hee-hee-heeing and blowing, then straining to push a human being out of our bodies and into this world. (Often described by male physicians as “experiencing some discomfort.”)
What’s that you say? Union labor?!?!
Oh.
In that case, contact your senator and congressperson today — and tomorrow — and explain just exactly why the Employee Free Choice Act is no more than a communist mechanism to screw the rank-and-file employee and the employer simultaneously, and a device to take contractual bargaining out of the hands of the real parties in interest and hand it over to not-totally-disinterested third parties, among other unpleasant things.
In the meantime, go have a picnic — and call your mother.
