Labor Day 2025
When I was sixteen, I didn’t get a car or anything like that. My grandmother gave me my late grandfather’s union card. She bequeathed me the legacy of the working man.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
When I was sixteen, I didn’t get a car or anything like that. My grandmother gave me my late grandfather’s union card. She bequeathed me the legacy of the working man.
In the grand tradition of uniquely stupid American ideas, the 1990s gifted us a real gem: “If you’re smart, you go to college. If you’re not, well… enjoy your life as blue-collar swine.”
Once again, the rapier wit of Dave Cloft skewers the upside-down government incentives that reward sloth and punish industry.
Something happened to me a few days ago that caused me to revisit an idea made ubiquitous during the height of the Covid response by the Federal government and the states, severally; “non-essential jobs. I had had some work done on my jeep; new rear wheel bearings. Once I paid the bill, I drove …