Even the intelligent and impassioned reporters of life have made the country of rich as unreal as a fairy-land.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
The misnomer of Happy Labor Day reeks of hypocrisy. A government that calls itself a democracy failing to institute a living wage for laborers in favor of multi-billion dollar profit corporations suffers a terrible abnormality which it pretends to conceal – protesting honesty and transparency – must be doing so to remind itself of its misprision; while taxing the working class to subsidise those that are paid to little as well as bolstering the hugely profitable corporations. The rich believe deep in their hearts that they are better than laborers as do the nouveaux riche and the neocons. Farmers granted millions in subsidies and easements begrudge the black woman down the road working two jobs at seventy-two hours a week SNAP benefits to feed her children, which amount to pennies next to their plunder; they blaspheme her as a “taker” labeling themselves the “makers”.
Happy Labor Day.
We are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want anyone to know or than we know ourselves.
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
A POLITICAL AGENDA
Passing on the right
To get ahead of you delight
Cramming the brakes at every light
Legislating to lower your wage
Boosting corporate profit, every page
Spewing fallacious support
Benefit the few, cohort
Succor to their vices
Voting against your station
Rearing casino nation
A NOTE OF PACKETS
Packets… packets… yes packets; that is certainly how my only income rolls in, in short little packets; Saturday, Sunday and Thursday: though I dole it out in long tall packets every day of the week. As a starving surfer searching the horizon for a set of undulating currents one paddles out seeped in anticipation of the thirty second cruise to then step off, pick up, the board turn, run, duck dive and gruelingly paddle out over and over again in hope of another fold to add to the stream of short little packets. All the while back on shore the expenses keep swelling tsunami size and it takes a large number of short little packets to trickle up into a bundle, size enough to even out the long tall packets. Certainly, all or nothing – then there is the weather, whether or not you have the capacity to trundle out, scroll down, or reel in any short little packets – not to mention the climate of society, lurchingly influenced by tragedies of nature, or man – not to mention the media. It’s a toss and one has to throw out many an index for a chance at a turn to collect a small bundle of short little packets.
And yes, the moral and physical support of another human being is inestimable; thank you for yours.