May Day - Entry 1
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To Spiti Mas
Writing Challenge - entry 1
Working classes of the blue collar variety of the civilized world observe May Day by boycotting labor. The date was chosen by the communists to demonstrate against the legal establishment of the 8-hour work day after the smurfs massacred a whole lot of laborers all across the Wild Wild West. However, in the land of Uncle Sam, in yet another desperate attempt to separate themselves from the rest of the world and prove to themselves that they are special, self-entitled colonists chose not to work on the first Monday of September.
When I was just a wee little offspring in the old world, we would wake up early, catch a water taxi to the park across the river and join the carnival of festivities. Grilled meat, cotton candy, bumper cars and rapid fire of loud turbo folk noise pollution deafening the masses over cheap speakers are the staples of the happening that will forever remain etched into my memories. None of any of it trumps my memories of this swing ride carousel thing.
For most, this was a simple swing ride... but some observed a pole nearby with a ball or a stuffed animal hanging from the top of it. The way it worked was this: if you are able to catch it from the ride, you get to go on another ride for free. It was easy to see that the game was rigged in a way that nobody could actually stretch out far enough to catch this prized hare. However, with a partner, it was possible to swing one another high enough to catch this free ride. The rest was just a matter of timing. My dad introduced me to this fun game by hurling me high enough to catch one free ride after another. Later, my friends and I took turns swinging each other.
This, to me, is the only correct way to boycott work.
To Spiti Mas
Writing Challenge - entry 1
Working classes of the blue collar variety of the civilized world observe May Day by boycotting labor. The date was chosen by the communists to demonstrate against the legal establishment of the 8-hour work day after the smurfs massacred a whole lot of laborers all across the Wild Wild West. However, in the land of Uncle Sam, in yet another desperate attempt to separate themselves from the rest of the world and prove to themselves that they are special, self-entitled colonists chose not to work on the first Monday of September.
When I was just a wee little offspring in the old world, we would wake up early, catch a water taxi to the park across the river and join the carnival of festivities. Grilled meat, cotton candy, bumper cars and rapid fire of loud turbo folk noise pollution deafening the masses over cheap speakers are the staples of the happening that will forever remain etched into my memories. None of any of it trumps my memories of this swing ride carousel thing.
For most, this was a simple swing ride... but some observed a pole nearby with a ball or a stuffed animal hanging from the top of it. The way it worked was this: if you are able to catch it from the ride, you get to go on another ride for free. It was easy to see that the game was rigged in a way that nobody could actually stretch out far enough to catch this prized hare. However, with a partner, it was possible to swing one another high enough to catch this free ride. The rest was just a matter of timing. My dad introduced me to this fun game by hurling me high enough to catch one free ride after another. Later, my friends and I took turns swinging each other.
This, to me, is the only correct way to boycott work.



Wee little is redundant;)
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