We don’t call it Workers’ Day because that sounds communist. We do recognize that many of us keep the world livable in dirty, often-dangerous underpaid jobs that are just as important as any other real job. If Presidents, moms, dads, groundhogs, veterans, secretaries and trees have their day so should those who feed, clean, sew, repair, build and dispose.
Except for President’s Day there is no Boss’s Day. You might say every workday is Boss’s Day unless you have been one. Its not Employees Day but if you’re unemployed its not your day- you don’t get a day off or to celebrate or be celebrated and you damn well know it.
We have these holidays and we usually forget what most of them mean or chose not to think about it. Memorial Day is back to the beach weekend rather than a remembrance of the price paid and being paid for our freedom. Labor Day is the last chance to go to the beach weekend.
Satire1 again chooses to suspend its wit this post in honor of those who do not receive bonuses when they screw up the entire world; grab international attention when they get drunk and forget their panties; gain viewers and listeners by playing to our basest instincts; sell books by sleeping with thieves and charlatans; and all other exploitive parasitic elements who take too much of this nation’s bounty.
To those of you who labor hard for little money and keep our world operating I thank you. We could not live without you.
Don Arrup
Satire1
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