Drop And Give Me Twenty

I'm a union gal. I belong to a union again since my co-workers at the unnamed university voted to unionize after more than ten years of trying. Since the writers' strike began, I've heard some complaints in conversation about how the writers are spoiled millionaires wrecking it for everyone; mostly I've heard people talk about how strikebreaking is no longer inevitable, and the writers, who are mostly regular not-millionaires like you and me, may win their demands yet. When we stand up for ourselves, other people are in a better position to stand up for themselves, too. That kind of real security can only be good for us, for our neighborhoods and for the economy. I support the WGA 100%. I haven't watched The Daily Show since it came back on the air.

That said, the temptation provided by Jon Stewart's fileting of filthy idiot Jonah Goldberg and his filthy and idiotic book proved too much for me. I won't link to it. If you're inclined, you know where to find it. It's bad, choppy video of an incomprehensible interview on a galling topic, and I had to shut it off before it was over because I use dictionaries rather than my imagination to define words. So. Now you know my secret shame!

The pomegranate's on the table and I'm off to the tanning salon.

Kisses,
Persephone

Update: alternatively...