Does Labor Day Honor Labor Anymore?

The truth!

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March 6, 1930 – thousands demonstrate for unemployment insurance in Union Square and nationwide – led by the communists.  Did you think government just gave it to you? Wake up and smell the coffee.

It’s Labor Day!

End of Summer, back to school, put away the barbecue in New England, last day for white shoes in Alabama, three day shopping weekend!

Honoring labor!! Yaay!

Huh?

The first Labor Day in the United States was celebrated on September 5, 1882 in New York City. Where else? It became a federal holiday in 1894, when, after a number of workers were shot down by their own government during the Pullman Strike, President Grover Cleveland made reconciliation with the labor movement a top political priority. Workers were pissed; seems the government had a habit of shooting down strikers. Fearing further conflict, legislation making Labor Day a national holiday was rushed through Congress unanimously…

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“Multiple Agendas Surface in Wake of Virginia Shooting Hoax”

Image: cloudfront.net We have apparently been lied to again, and this time, for the sole purpose of disarming we the individuals: Multiple Agendas Surface In Wake Of Virginia Shooting Hoax By Redsilverj YouTube reporter Redsilverj breaks down the many New World Order agendas unfolding around the Virginia reporter shooting hoax; from gun control to Internet … Continue reading “Multiple Agendas Surface in Wake of Virginia Shooting Hoax”

Dancing with Syrians

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Arab Brooklyn – Damascus Bakery, Sahadi’s,  and Reginella Pizza on the same street

I grew up in Brooklyn.  Most of you know that.  One of the good things about growing up in Brooklyn was the contact with the numerous other cultures and peoples living there.  It was the land of immigrants from everywhere.  It still is.

My neighborhood was a “little Italy”.  It was one of many “littles” – the places where those coming from somewhere else found their roots.

My girl, the woman I would marry in 1963, went to a high school filled with Italian kids – as well as Norwegian kids and Syrian kids.  One of her best (and best looking!) girl friends was a Syrian.

All of us hung around in the same soda shoppes and drive-ins on Saturday nights and got to know each other and families well.

How many were the tales of Aleppo…

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