God Bless America!

I love the saying, “as old as the hills” because that is exactly what comes to mind when I think of the word “labor”. Webster:  physical or mental effort. : work for which someone is paid. : workers considered as a group.

So why would something as “old as the hills” require a “movement”? Well…because of all the adjectives (also as old as the hills) that happen to surround the word that is both verb and noun. So, from one end of the spectrum to the other we find both labor of love and slave or forced labor. While I concede the social benefits of a movement that put an end to “sweat shops” here in America, I question the social benefits of tenure and rubber rooms. Beyond the sweat shop, the idea of “organized labor” escapes me because it suggests something that is most un-American to my mind…that we as Americans need a power outside of our selves to organize for us.

America is the ultimate labor of love, conceived in the bosom of the individual…just ask de Tocqueville. The “well-being of our country” can never be served by subordinating ourselves to any outside centralized organizing force. That is the recipe for incrementally fashioning the horrors of slave labor from the original vine of America…the greatest garden ever conceived by the labor of love.

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