So, I don't have much to say. Not in the mood to write. I'll tell the tale of taking Fin and BG hostage for a three hour tour maybe tomorrow.
In the mean time, I'm heading to the port to dump grain, cut brake lines, mess up rail cars and such, hold the guards hostage and get away with it under the veil of collective bargaining. I'm immune to consequence because I'm talking UNION here. The Ballistic union of underachievers. Well maybe some of the rank and file will get their wrists slapped, but since I'm the UNION BOSS I can't be prosecuted. It is a legal thing from 1973. Enmons decision. Since this is a "legitimate union objective", I'm in the clear.
Some other underachieving union is getting my work and I can't let that go unpunished. I'm the victim here, and anyone who says different is a racist tycoon who will get smashed to bits.
Should be an early night. The port activity won't take but a couple of hours. Then we'll all go to the Ballistic hall and watch tv, wait for the evil producers and transporters of goods to cave, and watch the money roll in. We'll expect pay for days we might have worked had they actually hired us instead of someone else. It will be fun.
Monday, September 19, 2011
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I chuckle every time I read the word ballistic as it conjures up all kinds of nostalgia and images from years of reading your journal.
ReplyDeleteYou are one of my faves no doubt.
Cheers,
Bobby
Union of Underachievers. I'd sign up but I hate paying dues. In whatever form.
ReplyDeleteThanks Bobby. I appreciate that greatly.
ReplyDeleteB--my union is like most--buy or die!