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I’m not a political anything and will avoid most arguments and confrontation if I can….however, don’t piss me off.
I was still in high school when I said to one of my friends, “Someday they will announce the take-over of the United States on the 5 O’clock news”….how far are we from that now? I graduated from high school in 1967, it’s now 2014…We are very lucky to still be a United States of America.
This news is not new to me. I could see it coming when we (almost all of us) were demanding more money for the jobs we were doing. We had the world by the tail, so to speak, we had our freedom, our homes, our jobs, our kids, our hunting, our gun rights, our religion (if we wanted it), we had our everything……
I could see the writing on the wall when I worked at a local cement pipe company, my first job out of high school. One of the first guys to approach me was a “labor representative”, who asked me if I wanted to join the labor union. Then when I said no, he said, well, you couldn’t anyway cuz they are going to be laying you off. What? I was just hired two weeks before. Sure enough, I didn’t join the union and I got my notice of severance the next Monday. Reduction in force it said. But I know a kid my age who got hired the week after that….what gives with that? I didn’t care at the time, there were better jobs waiting for me….still labor jobs, but what the heck, I was making $3.85/hour! None of my friends were making that! And I didn’t have to belong to a union, I still got “union wages”……Union wages……The lobbyists were working hard to keep their plushy jobs for sure.
So, I kept my eye on the “unions”, not for any other reason than to see what the unions were doing that was so great for the American worker. What I saw over the next “many, many” years was this: They caused the United States to begin our spiral into the depths of oblivion! There were unions for almost every facet and job type that could ever be imagined. The teachers union, the postal workers union, the miners union, the theatrical union, the sports announcers union, the “you name it” union (I’ve made some of these up….I think). I started working for the U.S. Government after college and the military and sure enough there was a union there. I didn’t join it, but I retained my job, unlike the one at the pipe making plant.
There was a time in American History when the Unions were needed! They helped the working class of America gain enough to make ends meet and not see their own children sold to the highest bidder. Laws were enacted to protect the young labor force and to allow men and women to work and make enough money to buy their own homes and clothes and food and not owe their souls to “the company store”. Tennessee Ernie Ford sang a song about that:
“Sixteen Tons”
(originally by Merle Travis)
A poor man’s made outta’ muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strongYou load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded sixteen tons of number 9 coal
And the store boss said “Well, a-bless my soul”
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Cain’t no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right one don’t a-get you, then the left one will
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don’t you call me ’cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store.
Well said and right on point