There's no rest for the pinko today. I'm just well enough to have thoughts racing around the noggin. Which of course, end up pissing me off (why oh why do I still listen to National Petroleum Radio?), then the giant mower comes roaring around and then there's no sleeping.
To calm my fevered aggravation, I go to music. Some years back in the coop union drive my friend Stevil burned me a CD of union songs from way back. Wonderful folk songs, all of them. While so much of pop music ages and loses relevance, folk songs of protest are meaningful and speak to what's happening- seemingly always happening- to the Unrich. And they're often wry and witty. And I'm happy to say there are some younguns kickin ass today, too:
Disney is the Enemy
We Can't Make It Here
A unionized public employee, a member of the Tea Party, and a CEO are sitting at a table. In the middle of the table there is a plate with a dozen cookies on it. The CEO reaches across and takes 11 cookies, looks at the tea partier and says,"watch out for that union guy, he wants a piece of your cookie."
"Hairing" My Clean Laundry.
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