Monday, May 13, 2019

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who owns the law



". . .  the question of who owns the law is an urgent one . . ."
NYT

who owns the wind or
the rain or dandelions
should be more urgent


Exceedingly many things



. . .  behold ye know that I have spoken unto you exceedingly many things.
2 Nephi. 6:2

what sticks to my heart
is what comes after your words
a loving prophet


Sunday, May 12, 2019

Haiku Postcard to the President


Anger takes me places I don't want to go



 Behold, it came to pass that I, Nephi, did cry much unto the Lord my God, because of the anger of my brethren.
2 Nephi. 5:1

anger takes me places I don't want to go
but feel obligated to visit anyways
and when it seems righteous
it becomes more vicious
and cold

when anger falls on to me unbidden
my faith wants to shrink
into a timid shell
and stay there
weeping

the world is an anger-diseased place today
Lord save me from contagion
and help me to forgive
and vaccinate
my heart

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Won't You Come Back, Blue Collar, Won't You Come Back?



Five years ago, entry-level candidates could expect to earn nine bucks an hour at a Haworth Inc. office-furniture factory. The economy was humming, but job growth was choppy, and wage gains anemic.
Things changed, though, as average unemployment in the counties where Haworth makes products like movable walls, desk chairs and storage cabinets tumbled from 6.3% in 2014 to 3.6% last year. Today’s newcomer makes $12.50 an hour.
Pay increases have become table stakes for those doing battle in this tight labor market. Consulting firm Mercer LLC found in a February study that the No. 1 human-resources risk executives face is excessive time required to fill open positions. The median cost to recruit an employee is $1,300, according to recent data.
If you’re a hiring manager and not prepared to pull out your pocketbook, prepare to suffer. And even if you are, prepare to suffer.
WSJ
Won't you come back, blue collar, won't you come back?
We moan the whole day long.
We'll do your cookin', fellah, we'll pay your rent --
your paycheck will be strong!

Remember that rainy evening
we turned you out with nothing but 2 weeks back pay?
We are to blame and we're full of shame --
blue collar please don't stay away!

We need your hands, blue collar, cuz ours are weak.
We do not like to sweat.
We'll give you health insurance and overtime --
without you we go deep in debt!




Trump Has a Strong Economy to Proclaim. In Wisconsin, That Just Might Work.



COLFAX, Wis. — President Trump came to Wisconsin late last month to boast about the state’s unemployment rate, which has been at or near 3 percent for more than a year.  
It’s a message that strikes a chord with Bubba Benson, who lives paycheck to paycheck but says that is still better than where he was a few years ago after getting laid off from a shoe warehouse “when all the jobs went to Mexico.” His new job at a plastics manufacturing plant covers the bills and pays good overtime. There are even a few extra bucks in his paycheck now, which he credits to Mr. Trump’s tax cut.
NYT

Bubba's Song/

when jobs go to Mexico
this country goes to blazes/
a man can't even afford a
can of Copenhagen anymore/

my wife she needed a
beautician's license/
but couldn't come up with 
fees for the course/

that sucked/
but Trump gets in
and we both got full time
jobs/

you think I won't vote for him
again/
my kids wear Pampers now
not Luvs/
American dream here we come



A Lucky Son of a Gun





A bill to gradually raise the federal minimum wage to $15 an hour by 2024, authored by House Education and Labor Committee Chairman Bobby Scott (D., Va.), has been hovering just short of the votes needed to pass the Democratic-led House of Representatives, where it faces resistance from some lawmakers from regions where wages and the cost of living are generally lower.
WSJ

I worked one summer as a kid
knocking apart metal shelves
in a book store
that was closing

the white rubber mallet
made a dull chime on the 
silver rods
as my hands began to ache
for a dollar-fifty an hour

that was good money in those days
I lived at home
spent nothing
and put it all in
the Farmers and Mechanics Savings Bank.

if I had fifteen dollars in my pocket
today
I'd blow it on a six pack
of root beer and
a gallon of vanilla 
ice cream
and live off of root beer floats
thinking myself a lucky 
son of a gun