I saw my neighbor this morning and wished him a Happy Labor Day.
"I don't support that Marxist shit." He says.
I replied, "Okay, have a sweaty day of aggravating drudgery, you miserable fuck."
Of course it's nearly noon and his work van has as yet to leave the driveway. I guess actual "work" is reserved for his singular employee. Mister "Engine of the Economy" will probably be pissing drunk, passed out in the front yard later.
Just another sunny day, here in the swamp.
Dave