Today being Labor Day, in which the American government provides a day-long national holiday ode to the very working force that sustains both the nation and the nation’s economy, it’s a bitter-sweet occasion. Many a unionized protest and riot had to take place in order for capitalism to fall in line. And not a year goes by that the nation’s unemployment rate isn’t factored into economical health. So before you go off and grill some meats and see some family per the evolution of the holiday, remember the point being the working class hero as the necessary majority, forever never getting a break. Or as the great Merle Travis once folk sermonized via the spirit of the coal miner:
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