Monday, November 4, 2013

A word on workplace decency

If I were a stonemason, a craft
we've contemplated before in
this place, I'd naturally pray
for my government's protection
from the child-threatening ex-
tremists who hold such media-
driven power over society to-
day, that they'd only invade 
my shop floor with subversive
funny clothes and quinoa honey
smoothies. How could I buff a
slate or cut a block symmetric-
ally, in a shop besieged by so 
much chaos on two feet? For
a real guy to do real work, he
needs protection from the law.

What ever happened to the idea
of unit cohesion? It was good
enough for the Army, and what's
good for a gun should be good
for a chisel: a guy shouldn't
have to worry about being at-
tacked, all the time, and you
know they always get all sweaty.

November 3rd, 2013

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