Does this mean that my wife, A state Employee, does not have to pay union dues out of her paycheck, even though she has chosen not be be a union member... Joshy?

These two bills mean nothing.

Bullshit, with all due respect: Your wife is an idiot. She wouldn't have the benefits and wage that she has without the union.

I've heard all the lame-ass moronic excuses about unions so don't waste your time with me. If she doesn't like her representation, she needs to get off her ass and get involved - or go out in the private sector and get a "real job"

Or is she afraid of losing her protections?

hey whiners suck.

Go fuck yourself.

Her decision on being union/non union are none of your fucking business.

And before you start with the snide comments, post under your real name next time and tell me how my wife is idiot you punk motherfucker.

Well, then she doesn't need to fucking scab on the blood and sweat of union members who preceeded her, and who paid for the benefits she probably thinks she has some diety-given right to receive - in some cases with their very lives - then does she?

And it certainly IS someone's business, namely all the union members in the bargaining unit in which she works.

Really, if she finds paying her financial-core obligation to a union that negotiates with management for fair wages and working conditions, even though she refuses to join said union out of some misguided perception that it does nothing on her behalf, well then hey it's a free country and she can always go out and get herself another cushy job, with a living wage, health and retirement benefits, etc., because really, they're like a fucking dime a dozen, right? And I'll be she's so smart, she can negotiate better terms on her own than what the union gets for her, right?

Right?

And BTW, I always use my real name, unlike cowardly, punk-assed bitches such as yourself.

Asshat.

Washingtonians (on both sides of the political spectrum) laboring under the delusion that the Democratic party is somehow left-wing rather than simply the establishment+non-fascist coalition would do well to pay attention to the present government/legislature of the state of Washington. But they probly won't.

Oh sure, Mr. Bullshit - Sorry I didn't follow the sterling example you set of using your real name.

When your wife is ready to have the courage of her idiotic convictions, and go for a job where her "merits" are the determination of her pay and benefits, I'll have the courage of posting my real name. And I'll be happy to say Hi to her when I go to Wal-Mart.

Until then, go fuck yourself, you stupid leech.

MR. PINK: I don't tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doin their job.

MR. BLUE: Our girl was nice.

MR. PINK: Our girl was okay. She didn't do anything special.

MR. BLONDE: What's something special, take ya in the kitchen and suck your dick?

NICE GUY EDDIE: I'd go over twelve percent for that.

MR. PINK: Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fuckin time, and she's only filled my cup three times. When I order coffee, I want it filled six times.

MR. BLONDE: What if she's too busy?

MR. PINK: The words "too busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.

NICE GUY EDDIE: Excuse me, Mr. White, but the last thing you need is another cup of coffee.

MR. PINK: These ladies aren't starvin to death. They make minimum wage. When I worked for minimum wage, I wasn't lucky enough to have a job that society deemed tipworthy.

NICE GUY EDDIE: Ahh, now we're getting down to it. It's not just that he's a cheap bastard--

MR. ORANGE: --It is that too--

NICE GUY EDDIE: --It is that too. But it's also he couldn't get a waiter job. You talk like a pissed off dishwasher: "Fuck those cunts and their fucking tips."

MR. BLONDE: So you don't care that they're counting on your tip to live?

MR. PINK: Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses.

MR. BLONDE: You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.

MR. PINK: So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them. They're servin ya food, you should tip em. But no, society says tip these guys over here, but not those guys over there. That's bullshit.

MR. ORANGE: They work harder than the kids at McDonald's.

MR. PINK: Oh yeah, I don't see them cleaning fryers.

MR. BROWN: These people are taxed on the tips they make. When you stiff 'em, you cost them money.

MR. BLONDE: Waitressing is the number one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one jab basically any woman can get, and make a living on. The reason is because of tips.

MR. PINK: Fuck all that. Hey, I'm very sorry that the government taxes their tips. That's fucked up. But that ain't my fault. it would appear that waitresses are just one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis. You show me a paper says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll vote for it. But what I won't do is play ball. And this non- college bullshit you're telling me, I got two words for that: "Learn to fuckin type." Cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent, you're in for a big fuckin surprise.

MR. ORANGE: He's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.

"oh bullshit", is this you?

The Damaged Goods Life

I like mr pink and Oh Bulls**t - esp sice he refers to our (Hoo) boy as JOSHY. Reminds me, I got a telegram from my poppy this morn:

J, Altr Tactics STOP
Get Hands Dirty STOP
Apply 4 Bagger STOP
@ Valu Vill STOP

Kind of strange, since I guess he's unaware that VV is one of the most upstanding and clean
ops in town. So even if i do follow thru (i ain't joshin), the hands will stay clean.

the kicker though is when I discovered how daddypooky figured to program MY ringaling on the telex. He got so retro 8Os and sniffed a soundbyte offa Gang of 4s 1st -- "....the change'll do ya good, I always knew it would,,,,"

do me like a hurricane, j, wang-chung me tonite....keep ya hands clean ...bra

daddypooky..rawk me Amadeus...shook me all night long, baby!!

peace out comrades
j's lover

Comte....

wow... an overweight 46 year old virgin, who stalks girls who happen to work in the theatre.?

Nice....

Dude, you are a fucking tool.

I seriously would not use your own name. In fact, I'd get to a gym and then into therapy.

actually due to recent economic variables and reconfiguring among asian markets on the global sphere, human resources of labor and capital have begun to shift away from the old paradigms, we must invest in new methods of source delivery...i'd say think capital maximisation and market penetration dear j...

daddypooky

Unions are like an oversized, alcoholic, muscle-headed brother-in-law. When things get hot, it's good to have them around, but the rest of the time you just want them to go away.

Ooh, man knows how to use Google.

I think I'm supposed to be impressed or something.

Would you feel badly if I said I wasn't?

Still, you've got a handle and you're stickin' to it, good for you. Wouldn't want to dissuade anyone of your blatant hypocrocy, not when it's so much easier (and more fun, too, no doubt!) to hide behind a pissy little pseudonym. And in your case "bullshit" does seem to be an accurate self-description, since it's clearly a substance with which you have intimate knowledge.

Seriously, this is your best shot? You had all this time to come up with a pithy response, and THIS was the result of your meticulous research, your brilliant deductive intellect, not to mention your rapier-like wit? I'm amazed you had the energy left after all that mental exertion to type any kind of response at all. Just don't overdo it, okay? Remember, you don't have so many brain cells left that you can afford to waste even a few by engaging in unproductive activities like thinking, especially when it must hurt so much.

Although it probably doesn't hurt as much as having to admit the ole wifey makes more money than you do, eh?

What a strange series of posts....

Lol, COMTE. Slap out the tear in clown town.

Whiners Suck: Your polished, articulate style of argument typifies that of a union worker more interested in entitlement and bullying than making himself a more desirable candidate to an employer / hiring manager.

@1 - jump off a bridge - say the 520.

Hey, Adam Smith. Guess what? I've never been in a union. Probably never will be, due to my employment. But I think they're a good idea. I know history, and know that unions are responsible for most of the advancements in the American work force in the last 100 years.

You, on the other hand, sound like a corporate suck up. Probably one of those losers they stick in HR because you don't know how to do anything productive, but you make a good snitch, and you're anal-retentive enough to file all the paperwork.

Now go back to your grass, like a good lamb, and wait till your company tells you what to do next.

Awwwww, how cute, Comte tried to assert himself in a confrontational tone.

Listen sweetie... Listening to smack talk from a some tool who drives a scooter and seems to be weak link to his boss is pretty entertaining. Add to the list of things to address as a late bloomer, taking an accounting class.

I would imagine that a union job makes sense for someone like you. The need to actually produce and be held accountable for any level of professionalism certainly is not something you are capable of. It's a good thing others are around you to take up the slack.

In fact I would assume that outside of trying to leach onto theater chicks (very unsuccesfully as it appears you been reprimanded for this), your social life is limited to writing on blogs.

Bottom Line.... Sad, pathetic, middle aged loser. Let me guess, you also have a multiple number cats at home?

BTW, no, my wife does not make more than me yet. However, I am keeping my fingers crossed.

OMG! You like totally read my blog dude! Did you leave a comment? Hey, wanna be one of my MySpace Friends? I'll bet all my theatre chick friends would just love to dish on me with you sometime! Coffee?

But seriously, it's just so flattering to know you really have nothing better to do with your life than await my next perjorative comments. I can picture you now, sitting in a darkened room, probably a converted second bedroom in a cozy McMansion on the outskirts of Auburn, your haggard face lit only by the phosphorescent glow of a 17" flat panel screen, as you spend hours on end intensely scruitinizing each and every single Google link you can find, digging deeper, ever deeper into the dank, festering pit of my online existence.

Even now, I can feel you, niggling away at the back of my psyche, neglecting food, sleep, the comfort of your bed, foresaking all worldly pleasures in your never-ending quest to expose my shortcomings to the world. And as you sink into the maelstrom of my unrealized life, you begin to feel a sense of fulfillment, do you not? And you will not rest until you have perused every last detail, every last shred and scrap you can grub from the moist, loamy electronic soil, because now you have finally discovered that which gives your existence purpose and meaning.

And for all this I must thank you OhBS, because you have finally given me that which I have been sorely lacking all these many years - I believe I gots me a HATER, Eli.

OhBS, I almost forgot - say "hi!" to Bill for me.

Wow, OhBS another 45 minutes spent this morning pouring over my blog! And this in addition to the 4 visits yesterday, and that whopping 66 minutes you were on my site on Monday! Dude you are so upping my hit count stats, thanks! You are now my #1 visitor - I should get you a prize or something! Or would you prefer I order a few square yards of that fabulous carpeting you sell - what's it called again? Oh, right - Milliken (tm)! Dude, you must be so PROUD to represent such an amazing product! How can my pitiful, wasted life every compare to YOURS?

And Bill must be a really great guy to work for, giving you all that free time at your job to pursue a psychotic-obsessive verbal vendetta against little ole' moi!

OMG....

That's hilarious.

Did you Call Milken and report "me"?

You might want to hone your crack investigating skills Comte as you are compeletely off base.

Sorry tough guy, No, I'm not a carpet salesman who lives in Auburn. I'm a downtown resident, who unlike yourself, owns property downtown, has a family and a career.

BTW, It's nice to see that you equate someone reading your blog (especially the #1 Visitor) with being a pathetic loser.