I have consistently stressed the importance of rewarding hard work rather than merely the typically-illusory goal of success.

I've always said, "If you work hard, you're entitled to a living wage, which means an income sufficient for a comfortable standard of living."

This is the essence of the Pauper's Manifesto which undergirds the intellectual foundation of Pauper Joe's campaign.

What's wrong with capitalism is that it discriminates against those who work hard but merely fail to be productive, and fairness prohibits us from worshipping at such altar of productivity.

Fairness means government must avoid eliminating barriers to productivity because to do so merely incentivizes the supervising class to discriminate against those who work hard but fail to be productive.

Thus, fairness requires that the government reward hard work that merely fails to be productive.

Goverment must stop the unfairly redundant practice of enacting policies permitting the rewarding of success because success is its own reward. Thus, for the government to permit the rewarding of success is discriminatorily redundant and ignores the need to reward hard work that fails to yield success.

That's why we must change the name of the Department of Labor to the Department of Hard Work to more emphatically stress that a stardard of fairness values effort or intent rather than the shallowness of judgmental demands for mere results.

In furttherance of our diligent efforts to support workplace equity, the Department of Hard Work must develop a comprehensive system for recognizing, and defining, what constitutes "hard work."

Simply stated, the New Department of Hard Work must formally recognize that all human activity evincing a desire for self-satisfaction constitutes "work."

Such approach elevates the importance of effort over the unfairly discriminatory capitalistic practice of using the result of hard work as the measure of its value.

For example, who would deny that it's hard for an applicant for governmental benefits to stand in line to submit an application?

Who would deny that it's hard for an applicant to thoroughly read and accurately complete such application?

Who would deny that it would be unfair for the desired benefits to be denied despite an applicant's hard work in attempting to complete it if such non-completion were deemed a "failure" merely due to such applicant's failure to properly and accurately complete it?

Other equally illustrative examples abound to show how millions of jobs heretofore sacrificed on capitalism's altar of productivity could now be restored. Here's just one such example:

Factory workers who just several decades ago worked hard making eight-track audio cassettes. Just think how the elimination of those jobs by the capitalist system not only deprived those workers of their livelihoods but also deprived consumers of the choice to continue using eight-track tapes rather than being forced to use the two-track cassets and then compact disks, and then Lenin-knows what may come next.

We must stop rewarding success, because success is its own reward. It's when people work really hard without success that fairness requires government to then step-in and reward unsuccessful hard work.

If government doesn't do it, who would? Isn't that why we have government-- to do for us what we can't do for ourselves? Thus, when we can't succeed (or when our hard work fails to yield what capitalists describe as productive results), isn't it government's responsibility to reward our hard work?

Ivan Betinov wrote:
Tragically, I have actually been to the World Famous Boobie Bungalow in Elkton, TN.

In the mid-1980s, TWFBB advertised on Huntsville radio. The ad featured sleazy bump-and-grind background music and an announcer who said (in the greasiest of voices) "He-e-ey swingin' bachelors...are you lonely tonight? Then come on up to the World Famous Boobie Bungalow Club in Elkton Tennessee."

Being a swinging bachelor at the time (as opposed to the stationary bachelor I have become), myself and a couple of buddies ventured[highlight=#ffff99] north up I-65[/highlight] on a Saturday night to explore TWFBB.

It was a low, cinder-block building with a garish sign. Upon entry one faced the bar, where beer was available. Not a particular brand, just beer. From a spigot coming out of the back wall. A spigot, not a tap. Having claimed beer, we ventured deeper into the establishment.

I'd never seen a stripper on a walker before. She explained that her boyfriend had run over her in an argument a few weeks before, and she had hospital bills to pay.

We finished our beers, left her a generous tip for managing to stand upright and immobile, and fled into the night.

[color=#C0392B]Captain Craptek[/color] was trying to BS us all when he wrote:
Comrade,

If it's not too much trouble - will you provide more detailed directions?

Comrade Putout wasn't kidding when she wrote:I drink/retain a lot of water when I pole dance...