3/15/2011, 2:26 pm
Now let's pretend in real life that I teach somewhere in a private Christian school. If I lose my job, well, that's sad and all, and many will wish me well in finding another job. In fact, I'd be expected to start looking for work. Having found work, who would think it strange that I paid for much of my own health care, and my retirement was left up to me? Well, enough of hypothetical scenarios; the thought of working in an environment where I'd be expected to show up and, uh, work, is something I can contemplate only in small doses.
So, what to do, what to do? I know, I'll join a union! Just insert the magic word union, double my pay and my benefits, and now any (any) suggestion that I pay for my own retirement or healthcare becomes an act of attempted genocide. Never mind that in my best effort to create my own separate economy I have created a shortage of goods and services and have increased unemployment! No! I need more, and anyone who suggests that I should accept a pay cut to meet a, what do they call it?, budget is guilty of attempted murder. They're treading on my corpse and wringing my livelihood from the bleeding lips of the widows and orphans, or something like that.
So, comrades, how about a bloggers' union? For the Common Good™! Blogging is an art form. And it's for the Children™! Every day one of my children says to me, “Dad, can I become a union blogger like you when I grow up?” I tell them that they can, but not if the Busheois Repugnantcans get their way and demand we work for a living. Comrades, we must organize! Altogether now…
What do we want!
Subsidies!
When do we want it!
Yesterday!
I, for one, will continue to post articles on the Cube until my demands are met. Who will join me in my struggle for the Bloggers' Union Utopia of Next Tuesday?
So, what to do, what to do? I know, I'll join a union! Just insert the magic word union, double my pay and my benefits, and now any (any) suggestion that I pay for my own retirement or healthcare becomes an act of attempted genocide. Never mind that in my best effort to create my own separate economy I have created a shortage of goods and services and have increased unemployment! No! I need more, and anyone who suggests that I should accept a pay cut to meet a, what do they call it?, budget is guilty of attempted murder. They're treading on my corpse and wringing my livelihood from the bleeding lips of the widows and orphans, or something like that.
So, comrades, how about a bloggers' union? For the Common Good™! Blogging is an art form. And it's for the Children™! Every day one of my children says to me, “Dad, can I become a union blogger like you when I grow up?” I tell them that they can, but not if the Busheois Repugnantcans get their way and demand we work for a living. Comrades, we must organize! Altogether now…
What do we want!
Subsidies!
When do we want it!
Yesterday!
I, for one, will continue to post articles on the Cube until my demands are met. Who will join me in my struggle for the Bloggers' Union Utopia of Next Tuesday?

