Read something recently that was a bit disturbing, but unsurprisingly not surprised.
See, was officially this much old when discovered that, globally, May 1st is celebrated as International Workers’ Day, chosen by Marxists to commemorate the workingman massacre in Chicago (not surprised) back on May 1, 1886.
Workers were agitating for an 8-hour workday, and organized a strike at the Haymarket Square in Chicago.
Predictably the event ended in bloodshed, with at least six cops dead and an untold/unverified number of striking workers also meeting an untimely demise.
Now, Labor Day officially became a federal holiday in 1894, when Pres. Grover Cleveland (who? yeh) signed the bill into law, and by 1899 (thank you, W.VA) every state in the union recognized the first Monday in September as a day off for the laboring classes.
Coz everyday is a holiday for the parasitic luxury caste. Must be nice.
Anyhoo, Labor Day in ‘Murrica is celebrated on a different day than the rest of the world because metric and stank. Figures.
The debt society owes the men who really built the world, not those who merely financed it.
What did Quint say? “Got city hands, Mr. Hooper. Been counting money all your life.”
Frustrating, really, because without the “Working Man,” that blue-collar guy, the one in the freezing rain and down in the ditch and stuck in the stench and being cooked on a roof at high summer … that guy … without that guy, it all comes to a screeching, abrupt, and jarring halt.
So here’s to you, Laboring Guy, true Working Class Hero, for keeping the world on its turn.
{Ecclesiastes 4:9}
… (tips non-existent but well-meaning hat) … Thank you.