And, the "Re-posts" Have It

So. In response to yesterday's burning question, I believe the "re-post" votes have it over the "a link will do" votes.  In keeping with the majority rule, and, as Lou points out, sometimes we blog-stalkers tend to be a bit lazy when it comes to clicking on links so we need to be spoon-fed, the following is my soon-to-be-annual post on Labor Day:

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?!?!

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.

And that apple-blueberry pie was some kind of good, if memory serves!  Happy Day after Labor Day.