Monday, September 6, 2010

What Labor Day Means to Moogie

As I prepare to bake an apple-blueberry pie to take to a potluck this afternoon, my thoughts drift to the true meaning of today's revered holiday observation.

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?!?!


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.


  1. I like your take on Labor Day much better than the traditional, Moogie. "Some discomfort," indeed.

    Have fun today.

  2. You're right that we think a lot alike. As usual, though, you take a more reasoned and thoughtful approach than I. :)

  3. I'm listening to the YP talk to the unions in Milwaukee, guys, and I'm about to hurl. I'd much rather be in active labor. Thoughtfully and reasonably, of course -- like in transition, when the major thought in one's mind is to neuter the husband. That would be much more pleasant than hearing this guy pander.

    Happy barbecue and pie!