I'll Bet It's Really There!

Stolen from Facebook:

Hello, Greece.  Hello, France.  Hello, Spain.  Hello, California.  Hello, . . . .

Mystery of Life -- Highway Construction Edition

This trip's on-the-road-with-construction observation about the "One Lane/Slow Down" Flag guys (obviously I've spent quite a lot of time in "Park" lately, observing highway construction Flag guys) --

The Flag guys work in pairs, but only one of them gets "control" of the ice chest, whether it be for distribution purposes or sitting purposes.  It usually seems to be the older of the two.

Do you suppose this is a "mentor/apprentice" thing, or is it a Union Seniority thing?

Mercy, I hope it's the former.

Musings on Union Activity Up North

The war between Public Service unions and normal people seems to be coming to a head -- it appears that some of the fugitive Wisconsin Democrat lawmakers are cracking.  Maybe that pregnant Senator on the lam will go into labor and the ambulance that brings her back to her hospital in Wisconsin will stop by the State House in Madison for a little voting action before she has to start pushing.  It would be nice for those folks to be able to get back to some semblance of a normal life. 

Before the final vote, though, I think they should tack on one more little amendment to the Public Union bill.  Since they're always mouthing about "protecting the public welfare," the amendment should require the posting of a warning wherever the union gathers together in its name.  It could look a little like this sign I found somewhere:

I wonder if the Employee Free Choice Act will raise its ugly head any time soon?

And those clever unionized teachers have come up with a plan to save their benefits!

Sounds like the same tune we've been hearing for quite some time now.  Sheesh.

Thank God for Right-to-Work States and Their Thinking Citizens

I must say, I have never been quite so pleased to live in a right-to-work state as I have this last week.

To my way of thinking, the public unions in Wisconsin have shown at least the dark underbelly of their self-perpetuating existence, and at worst, they've shown their intent.  Their intent can be no less than to choke every last concession possible out of the taxpayers even if it means taking down the whole state with them.  What will happen when the layoffs start and union dues revenue falls off as a consequence?  We just might see the leopard's true spots at that point -- and it ain't a leopard at all, it's a jackal.

George Will had a pretty good column today in which he lays out some of the economic issues surrounding the bill, i.e., pension and health insurance contributions by the public employee.  Will notes that Wisconsin's Civil Service law is the source of most worker "rights," not collectively bargained union contracts.  He also compares and contrasts the "leadership" qualities of Wisconsin Governor Walker and President Barry Obama, and it is George Will, so you can count on it being elegantly stated.  And accurate: the Prez comes off as an interloping cheerleader.  A somewhat prevaricating interloping cheerleader.

Most of the debate about this Bill revolves around collective bargaining and economic issues.  What has gotten short shrift in most media coverage of the shenanigans going on up north, however, is the simple fact that Wisconsin public employees are currently de facto members of a "Union Shop" or "Agency Shop," (under which payment of union dues and/or membership in the union is required of every employee).  These arrangements are permitted under current federal law (the Taft-Hartley Act), but not favored, and they lead to some very powerful unions and union leaders.  The proposed Wisconsin statute would require unions to submit to an annual representation vote (to prove that more than 50% of the affected employees want continued representation by that particular union); would permit affected employees to opt out of union membership; and would do away with dues "check-off" (a practice in which the employer automatically deducts union dues from employees' paychecks and turns the dues over to the union -- see also, the Employee Free Choice Act).  I see nothing wrong with these proposals whatsoever.

I understand that some people get a lot of satisfaction from membership in a union, and I really don't have a problem with that.  Let those who want to go to Labor Day picnics with their brethren have their way!  I get satisfaction from supporting several organizations and going to their gatherings, too.  But that is my choice.

Like I said, I'm really pleased today to be living in a right-to-work state where the individual gets to decide which organizations he wishes to join and support.

Now, that whole "demanding that the taxpayer subsidize public union employees' pensions and health insurance" thing is a big ol' can of worms, and I think I'd rather not go fishing anymore today, thank you very much.

There Are Dogs, and Then There Are Dogs

I've had kind of a busy week, what with Ball planning and the NFL schedule starting up tomorrow right here in NOLA.  The parade and concerts should make for a good time, but I imagine I'll pass them up so I won't miss seeing the unfurling of the XLIV Championship banner in the Dome on tv.  Yep, on tv.  No tickets.  Oh well.  I helped my Saints win mostly from home last year -- the mojo should still be good.  Who D@!!!!

So, since the Young President set me off so badly with his Labor Day campaign speech, I haven't engaged my brain much the past few days, except to notice that Bouie is escalating his war against the landscaping.  Forthwith is the latest casualty of his "watering" strategy:

Another Dusty Miller bites the dust.

Speaking of dogs, the Young President seems to have had his feelings hurt a little bit lately.  He told the union folk that mean people "treat him like a dog" (which, by the way, ain't all that bad at Moogie's Mansion).  Bobby Gibbs backed him up when he pointed out, "If you look at some of what is said about the president and match them up against the facts, on occasion dogs get better representation."

Well, my take on the matter is: if the flea collar fits . . . .