Everyone is so persecuted. I know this because I am well aware of labor unions and their effects on society. Always eager to “help,” unions began righting wrongs of those persecuted, with the best intentions.
Labor unions are organizations that were designed to protect workers from corporate overlords literally working their employees to death. Those unions were critical to the actual physical survival of workers in a variety of industries including mining, manufacturing, and transportation.
These are just a few of the many
unions that remain active in the
In days of yore, too often, children were employed as mine workers, factory machinery operators, and general laborers, who put in too many hard hours of dangerous work for too little in benefits. The obvious solution was to organize the workers and, by sheer numbers, create an appendage for the workers – something that had been lacking for decades.
Presidential input, public pressure, along with general empathy, exposed an environment long-ignored by greedy corporate magnates. Workers united and, through strength in numbers – collective bargaining – were able to successfully make demands for better working conditions, enhanced benefits, and more money.
Being applauded by much of the lower- and middle-classes, labor unions eventually graduated from helping the lowly worker achieve safer and more humane treatment to becoming environmental activists and political shills – virtually all geared to helping the Democratic Party.
While one-sided in their support, unions have gravitated toward support from Democratic politicians who regularly, openly pander to union leaders, activists, and entire communities, with lofty promises – to be paid for with taxpayer monies.
“Icky” is an excellent word to describe this carnal relationship that demands a thorough cleansing after most demands are made for mo’ stuff.
Think about regularly traveled roads you take. Everyday you dodge the same potholes, animal carcasses, orange construction cones and barrels, and overgrown medians, years in the making. Although these avenues are unsightly, you realize there is a finite amount of tax dollars to address these issues.
Suddenly, one day enroute to work, you notice a new pave job, potholes vanished, and fresh painted lines plus newly mowed berms, create an almost pleasurable commuting condition for you and your fellow travelers.
Let me guess: it’s less than two-months before local elections. Witness your tax dollars at work. Anything for a vote.
That’s pretty much the way unions operate, too.
I was reared in a union town, and I witnessed it deteriorate from a world-known manufacturing center into a crime-ridden toilet. This feat was accomplished with the help of both the unions and Democratic Party, alike.
This is a good time to stress that I am not pro-union nor anti-union; but today’s smarmy union-political affiliation has evolved into a mob-like operation, pressuring companies into strong-arm tactics, fleecing companies that are also known as: employers.
Speaking from experience, normally, people create a résumé, complete an application, or simply marry into a job. Rarely do average people receive job offers from political agencies, corporations, or government entities; you need to apply.
That being said, let’s say we awaken every morning to make coffee and a modest breakfast. I do.
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In fact, my sainted wife also makes her morning cups of Joe, with ease, too. It’s not as arduous as you may think.
Pour the appropriate amount of water into the coffee maker, add coffee grounds according to desired strength, wait until it brews, then enjoy.
I told you it was simple. Of course, I don’t make coffee for a living, just for a daily defibrillator-type jolt. It’s not a secret recipe that I use, either. In fact, it’s actually printed on the outside of the coffee bag. I’m sure it can be found on-line, as well.
But I enjoy making my own coffee because I can control the strength, type, flavor, size, and cost. My coffee amounts to roughly 35¢ per cup, while major coffee shops sell a similar sized cup of coffee for somewhere in the neighborhood of $4 per cup.
Thank goodness this is not where the story ends, because I have so much more to say.
Just recently, I read a media article regarding the formation of a labor union branch to serve and protect baristas. You see, baristas are snobby people who make expensive cups of coffee for wealthy people.
I’ve never actually spoken to a barista, but I dare say I have some opinions about them and their patrons, alike.
Sure, $4 per cup is bit extravagant for me, but evidently plenty of people are willing and able to fork over that kind of money for a pick-me-up brew, each day.
It seems as though baristas are decidedly overburdened with steam facials, coffee bean-stained aprons, and writer’s cramp, all in the name of caffeine and customer service.
Quickly drawing a line from slave-like treatment of young children miners of yore, to overpaid adults who gladly chose a career boiling water to transform coffee beans into Java, demonstrated pure genius in the war of words and ‘mistreatment’ demanding unionization.
Yet, the Starbucks Workers United is very comfortable with that line. They evidently feel that brewing coffee, as a career, is just another rung on the ladder to canonization. They are wrong.
The way I see it, making coffee requires little, if any, skill – other than those possessed by Smokey the Cat.
Here’s some free advice for any and all baristas: If you feel your job is so grueling that you need self-serving labor union to protect you, it may be time to find another job – a real job. There are plenty out there.
Make your Mom and Dad proud by applying your college degree for something useful.
