Wednesday, March 16

Come on, men! Smash those atoms! You there, turn out your pockets. Aha - atoms! One, two, three, four... SIX of them! Take him away!

This is what is wrong with Unions, and public unions in particular. If this was going on in a private union, it would a scandal, the government would crack down on them, but because it's a public union, and therefore it is the government there's nothing for them to do. They don't dare take on the union, so they can't actually fire any of these people. So what does the governor, the governor who ignored all these problems as attorney general, do? First he proclaims that he is shocked, shocked to find out that there is gambling going on in this establishment, and then he fires the head the department as if that could possibly do anything. So the end result of the union, as is the natural order for a union, is that the bad employees are never punished for their incompetence, negligence or criminal behavior because that would set a bad precedent that employees could be judge based on how well they do the job. But when along comes the accidental could employee, he must be punished and put down in his place. If he were to outshine his fellow employees and demonstrate just how woefully they are doing their jobs it would be bad for everybody. This is not confined to public unions i've heard similar stories about people who worked briefly at one of detroits big 3, work faster than time required by union negotiated rules and you get yelled at by the union. If you've ever seen stand and deliver, it's a similar story. Nobody wants to believe that the children could possibly be taught because if that were true than the teachers would be responsible for failing to teach them. As such a teacher who proves that the children can be taught is a terrible terrible enemy. The sooner we end these unions, the sooner we get back on a road to be a successful country.

We can't bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...


Blogger Aras said...

It's pretty wacky all the terrible things I read about unions in the States. Why don't you get your act together?

7:28 AM  

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