Thursday, June 12, 2025
STREET THEATER II
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
Nuse2Use
Friday, June 6, 2025
Wesley says... 092
1) More than one Joe Biden?, but the idea of more than one Don Drumpf is preposterous?
2) Eleanor, White-gloved Jackie, Betty, Babs Bush, Big Mike, Bridgett Macron... at this point in time, fellas, does Melania still seem 'hot'?
3) White Sox fans now measure their success on the ball field by how many games out of last place they are in the standings. Go Rockies.
4) Enthusiasm is my worst enemy.
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Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 019
Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 013
Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 07
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At Last, Labor Acts
Thursday, June 5, 2025
G In Action
Sunday, June 1, 2025
Hate Energy
Saturday, May 31, 2025
Don't Volunteer, My Dear
Monday, May 26, 2025
Talk 'girl' * II
Sunday, May 25, 2025
SCARDY CAT BLUES
THEY GOT THE SCARDY CAT BLUES
HE'S WATCHING 60 MINUTES
DRINKING KESSLER'S BOOZE
DEEP DOWN AFRAID, AFRAID OF HIS SHOES
DON'T YOU KNOW
HE'S GOT THE SCARDY CAT BLUES
COLOR IN THE LINES, DON'T GO ASTRAY
GOSSIP ON FACEBOOK, WHAT'S THERE TO LOSE?
DEEP DOWN AFRAID, AFRAID OF HER SHOES
DON'T YOU KNOW
SHE'S GOT THE SCARDY CAT BLUES
THE INVISIBLE WILL KILLS US, THEY SCREAM SO SHRILL
AN ASTEROID, A GERM, OR A DEMON NAMED BILL
I WANT TO SHAKE THEM TO WAKE THEM FROM THEIR DREAM
BUT THEY ARE MIND SLAVES AND TAKE ANOTHER PILL
IT MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM
CHASE THE SHINY THING WITH YOUR GOLDFISH BRAIN
THE CELL PHONE WILL TELL YOU TO PAY YOUR DUES
DEEP DOWN AFRAID, AFRAID OF THEIR SHOES
DON'T YOU KNOW
THEY GOT THE SCARDY CAT BLUES
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Thursday, May 22, 2025
Org Labor Sleeps
Workers Can Keep Their Peanuts!!!
The Eleanor Roosevelt dime - what a condescending act of class arrogance. Throwing a buck or two to your breakfast waitress because she tells you a joke (eggs are the same everywhere) is an act of kindness and appreciation. Eleanor didn't give a rat's ass about those street urchins she treated with her shiny stinking dime.
ap-pre-ci-ate; 1) to grasp the nature, worth, quality, or significance of 2) to value or admire highly 3) to increase the value
... and soon the government will not be taxing that 'earned' money. So the Senate says in a 100-0 unanimous vote on the floor of Congress. How many working class advocates, like Sen Schumer, Sen. Cotton, Sen. Turban, the Sen. Professor and Sen. MaryAnn and the rest, are in the House of Representatives?
So how did Labor on the Job flex its flabby muscle? By whining to a mobster that will fix their problem, for a future favor, of course, collectable for eternity. DJT took the ball and ran it through the middle of the line to score a big impression to the Average Joe and Joeess in the service industry. It's work where exceptional attitude and performance is rewarded. If your wait staff server is young, they will have the attention span of a goldfish. They will never get your order correct, a fate in life I have learned to live with the last five years. I will still tip if their attitude is buoyant, or even pleasant. So many miserable people in the service industry, I don't reward them. Bartenders are as surly as their customers.
Let's face it, only a fool reports cash money. That's the reason to tip, an act of working class kindness skirting the System, the Man, the IRS. Subsidizing the International Conglomerate USA employer they are yoked to is not my motivation. Taxing gratuities and tips for honest service never added up to much in the US Treasury. Congress borrows money, that is what they do. Don't give the G your money in anyway, shape or form, but don't go to jail. Give cash, if you do tip.
A unanimous vote of the floor of Congress should be noticed. The AFL CIO hasn't delivered on a single job site issue in fucking forever and Donald Trump today eats the whole cake in front of working class America. Not a single 'union' can claim victory in this struggle of getting G out of your working life. It's meager, it's peanuts in the Big Picture. And it will be the last Labor stand, a Ghost Dance of sorts, as long as the Don is around. Labor seeking crumbs for sustenance, what's new?
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Escaped Wage Slave: Wage Slavery Compilation
Labor Beat: We Want Bigger Crumbs
TRT 6.00
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The Supreme Court on Thursday sided with President Trump and said he can fire the labor board members without cause.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2025
Chuck .img dump
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Monday, May 19, 2025
Economics?
Two men sit at a table. Both agree the chunk of gold in between them is worth 20 USD. One decides, and The Other accepts 21 USD and agrees to allow One to take possession. The gold is now worth 21 USD, a 5 percent increase of value caused by private contractual basis.
A Third man, known to both One and The Other, comes into the room and declares that the piece of gold is now worth 46 USD, a 140% increase of value just because he says so. To increase the value on a private contractual basis at the Lutheran 5% rate to recoup his original investment One has to sell that gold at 48.33 USD. If bought, One breaks even, and sets a new agreed upon precedent of value for the piece of gold. The Third man takes a clip on all resulting sales, ballooning the value of over-priced/over-valued gold. He also represents the protection racket that runs this financial hocus-pocus.
The original intrinsic value of 20 USD was based on the expenditure of capital and labor for a gold mining enterprise to exist. Management and maintenance salaries only exist because the pick axe and smelter did their job. If they didn't do their job, scarcity of gold would increase the value, but value based on labor (or lack thereof). The Third man gets his clip paid in humanity and starts a war to clean the table.
The Value of Something seems to be coming like a freight train without signals. It's 'relative', as in love, truth, beauty, honesty, accountability, decency, you name it. Value will soon congeal, and a can of Hormel Spam will sell to the highest bidder at an exorbitant price, challenging modern art in it's value. I can't just imagine what that 1927 Babe Ruth baseball card will be worth. My retirement fund is a digital Bitcoin. I bought a bag a tulip bulbs yesterday. It only cost me 10K USD. I got a deal.
Unable to buy anything, possibly people will re-evaluate what, who and how they value.
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Saturday, May 17, 2025
Playing Around* 8
I enjoy making music for making music's sake. I sing my songs, though I'm not sure anyone listens to them. There is no CD sales, gigging, tours, or money making in my future with my adequate skills. I don't have that POV. It seems money takes the fun out of making music.
An audience of grateful listeners are far and few between. I hardly get feedback from my fellow/she-fellow musicians. I've learned to take in cutting remarks and understand most people are rude, unable to communicate except by put-downs. It's an energy vampire thing and inversely they are stealing my energy, so I may have 'left it all on the court', so to speak, and he/she is munching on the leftovers. A back-handed compliment, but a compliment nonetheless. I do get kind compliments from people, just enough to blow up my ego tire.
Constructive criticism is welcome if it's not picayune stuff (like your guitar wasn't in tune, lol). I'm new to performing, though hardly nervous anymore. Open mics mostly, I'm getting accustomed to being around The Performer, how annoying they can be, only balanced by their talents and fun they bring. I've seen and heard some amazing singing and playing people bring to share. I'm patient with the beginner and always offer positive support. When theater surrounds the music, it's a horse of a different color. Neurotic Ego showcases; End result, Rock Star wanna-be. I'd like to think I'm there for the song and let it sell itself.
I've always been the guy at the party that pointed out the turd in the punchbowl. I've been bringing a minority opinion into a hostile audience for a long time. Large groups of stupid people don't scare me, dangerous as they may be. Most people aren't even in the same room with you. Afterwards, if I do find someone to discuss what I was singing about, they don't get it... or don't want to talk about it. Avoidance, it's what we do. Most seem to want familiarity and nostalgia songs by a walking/talking jukebox. My motivations is to be heard, not so much to hit my Like button.
I'll continue to sing my songs. It brings me joy, if no one else.
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