Happy Labour Day.... which is like our May first, except you forgot what it was about...

One of my grandmothers would have known what it is about. She was a factory worker. She went on strike in the Twenties to get better working conditions and salary. She marched out on the street with my father and his sister to protest. In Massachusetts. And the 'fine' horse-ridden police tried to ride the women and children down, but she fought them. And her eyes would blaze with hate when it came to their tactics. And she told me that story several times, and it would never waver.

THAT is what labour day is really about. Except now, it is barbecues, going to the sea or a lake, family things, and relaxing. The real meaning got lost.

And thanks to all the corporate stuff, and horrible media who do not do their work, people got surpressed, distracted, looking away, and the less there is to share, the more selfish they get. I read today that one in fifty children in the US are homeless. Is that something to celebrate? I find it shameful.

This was on Crooks and Liars, and from last year. Happy Labour Day....