Get A Job

I logged on this morning thinking I was about to be redundant. I’m still going to be redundant. Just not so much so.

Because I went first to enjoy a little news. And as it happens, today’s news dovetails exactly with what I wanted to write about. I love it when that happens.

Though, I hate to say how bad the news is:

The Labor Department said today that the jobless rate increased from 9.1% to 9.2% in June, which saw a rise of only 18,000 jobs.

Yep. That jobs thing. It’s not getting better. It’s getting worse.

And while we’re busy adding fewer jobs to this economy, Democrats and Republigoats are busy whining about this nebulous “debt ceiling” thing, and taxes, and much of Washington is clearly busy figuring out how to give more of your hard-earned tax dollar back to the millionaires and billionaires.

And what they’re not talking about? Jobs.

The thing is, there was this thing that happened a few months ago that would have been a great platform from which to have changed the conversation’s vector to jobs. See, in these heartland states, these governors sponsored laws that would strip public workers’ rights to collectively bargain. And this pissed a lot of people off, so these people poured out into the streets of their state capitals with signs and bullhorns. And no, I’m not making this up. This actually happened.

And then the President of the United states showed up, and he spoke to the people with his shirtsleeves rolled up, and he gave a STIRRING speech or two about the vital nature of labor in this country and how he would do everything in his power to stand up for labor and to bring jobs to America. And he outlined a four-part policy proposal by which to do this, many of the ideas drawn directly from Alexander Hamilton’s Report on Manufactures. And then everybody cheered and clapped and felt happy, and everyone in America decided that jobs were very important, and they called their congressmen and told them to stop fucking around with the debt crap and get back to putting America back to work.

Oh. Wait. Right. That part actually didn’t happen.

Oh, well.

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