Tag: Right to work

So, What’s Everybody Doing for Right to Work Day Weekend?

About 7 weeks ago I declared here that I would never celebrate Labor Day, for reasons obvious and numerous. Suffice it to say that I believe that unions and the labor movement as composed today (and 117 years ago as well) represent the very opposite of the ideas that America was founded upon, and under which America has thrived for well over 200 years. Unions are corrupt, anti-democratic, anti-freedom, and anti-free market. They are violent and dangerous. They are a parasite on the economy. What’s more, the federal government is so thoroughly penetrated by labor forces that they seem to work to one end. They deserve many things, all of them bad. What they do not deserve is to be honored with a paid national holiday on a par with Memorial Day, Independence Day, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Washington’s Birthday.

Now, all that said, the first Monday in September is a great location for a paid holiday. As they say, waste not, want not. so it is my intention now and evermore to use that day as Right to Work Day.
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Taking it back: Labor Day? Make that Right to Work Day!

I’m as big as fan as the next guy of having a nationally-recognized 3-day weekend, suitable for grilling, lake or back yard fellowship, traveling, or taking on big home-improvement projects. Celebratory or honor-related 3-day weekends are especially great, even if primarily we do that celebrating and honoring in the above-mentioned ways. I love Independence Day (and I never call it “July 4”), because the signing of the Declaration of Independence signified a new way, a new beginning, a new form of government. I love Christmas, because it celebrates the birth of our Lord (even if in all likelihood He was born in March or April, and for that matter almost certainly 5-6 BC). I love Memorial Day as an opportunity to honor fallen Patriots in all wars.

Labor Day? Not so much. I’ll take the day off and enjoy the extra activities. But I’ll dress up like a big hairy woman in fishnet hose, and go hang out in a a biker bar before I’ll celebrate communism and the American labor monster.
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