Hate the Unions Day

                                        Hate
the Unions Day

 

            My day started off like any other
day. The dogs got me up so they could go out to do their morning business while
I started the coffee pot and plopped a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster.
After letting the dogs in I settled down for that first cup of coffee and
downloaded the morning issue of the Columbus Dispatch to my Kindle.

            As always I checked the obituaries
first to see if I was among the dead but there stumbled across a memorial to
the late John E. Scales, president of Local 423 Labor’s Union. A memorial to a
crook and a felon. I played a small part in his conviction but a large part in
the conviction of Robert White, who followed in John’s footsteps, become the
president of Local 423 and a convicted felon. 
Enough about Local 423, the Union of Felons.

            I put that aside and headed to the
Post Office at Beechwood and Livingston to mail a Priority Mail package. There
I was greeted by a line that ran out the door. Let’s see the USPS pays millions
of dollars in advertising to get us to ship Priority & Express mail but due
to the Postal Union’s requirements only one employ can work behind the counter.
To make matters worse only a few of the fifteen people in the line in front of
me spoke any English.  Guess they’re used
of receiving their mail via goat cart or donkey. But in all it took me longer
to drop off my package than it will take it to get to its final destination.

            So after my visit to the Post Office
I continued on my way and stopped at Speedway to get gas, another mistake. Gas
prices had risen some thirty cents per gallon. 
Right now there is more oil in this country than ever in our history.
There’s a glut. But thanks to the United Steel Workers of America and their
refinery strike gasoline is not being produced from that oil. Guess the United
Steel Workers of America need to bring in more money to funnel to the
Democratic Party. All of us on pensions and fixed income thank you.

            And speaking of the Democratic Party
and their Union the Black Caucus I must admit to my mistake here. I stupidly
voted for Joyce Beatty as the Congressional Representative of my district.
Well  when her Union, The Black Caucus,
apologues to every ex, current or retired police office in American for their
continued perpetuation of the “Hands Up, Don’t Shot” lie I might consider
voting for another Democrat in my lifetime.   But don’t count on it.