When Northeastern Mobsters Hold Our Country Hostage


Rantings Of an Elderly Man That Has lost all filters and doesn’t give a damn if I ever get them back….

Let me set this writ straight from the start: I am not a union supporter and never have been. When I was building multiple projects at the Mall Of America in the early 90s, the local labor unions threatened me and my family with death numerous times. Tires slashed late-night phone threats and everything you could imagine if my employer, a Texas company, and I did not comply with their Nazi commands. This was in Minneapolis, Minnesota, supposedly America’s friendliest state; if you believe that whispering downhome wolf in a sheepskin suit, Garrison Keillor, the hometown boy, made good, then exposed as the unvirtuous butt-pinching bad boy of small-town America.

The longshoremen are shutting down the country because a forklift driver’s six-figure income is insufficient. The average income for a hardworking American is 58K. And a man driving a forklift on a dock is worth over three times that? Since when did our country go full “batshit crazy?”I would guess it was around when the sainted Franklin D. Roosevelt was crowned president for what he envisioned as a lifetime. An elitist northerner sporting a lilted half-European accent that smoked his ciggies in a pearl holder and humped more willing women than JFK could dream of. He was a cad, but considering the almost canine looks of his genius wife, I could throw him a bone: Sorry for the apparent cheap joke.

Momo and I are trekking to the HEB tomorrow to stock up on whatever is left. The panic buying is upon us like a flock of city park Ducks on a single Junebug.: my condolences to the dearly departed ducks in Springfield Ohio. Ordinary women in far-too-skin-tight leggings fight in the aisles over toilet paper, face moisturizers, wine, Mountain Dew, and Rice A Roni, the San Francisco treat. Down here in Texas, we won’t put up with that crap in the Northeast. We have plenty of farms with fresh produce, hordes of cows, pigs, and fish, feral pigs, feral cats and dogs, and feral people, and if we don’t have it, we will invade Mexico and take it. Why not? They have already invaded us.

Did I say too much? Probably. If you have any significant complaints, call me at BR-549 and ask for Junior.


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11 Replies to “When Northeastern Mobsters Hold Our Country Hostage”

    1. Thanks, Herb. Momo said a few days ago, or maybe it was a year ago that I don’t know when to stop. The fall from the hot tub to the concrete and the going to the light thing kinda dissolved all my social and humanitarian filters. I’m apt to say anything to anyone. My picture is on the wall at Lowes and Home Depot saying don’t sell to this lunatic. I wear it as a badge of great honor.

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  1. Funny! My introduction to unionization was during my first job out of high school. I was working in the warehouse at Montgomery Ward in Fort Worth. A couple of yahoos were trying to start a movement to unionize the warehouse workers. I was not cooperating with their efforts, and they made some threats about about things that might happen if I didn’t join their efforts.

    Once I explained to them exactly what would happen if they tried any of that crap with me, they left me alone. That was the nice thing about having a paranoid father who took the Cuban missile crisis seriously. My brother and I were trained and equipped to fight foreign invaders and rampaging mobs. These two wanna be union goons were in way over their heads and had sense enough to realize it.

    The funny thing about the whole deal was I went on to become a management trainee and was being groomed to move up in the organization by my boss. The two yahoos were still warehouse workers who got busted for stealing.

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  2. When unions were formed….they were probably needed…but guess what? They are not needed anymore. Yes there are some cheap owners out there…but find another job if you don’t like your pay…we live in America. If people wonder why their stuff is so high…look no further.
    Hell I drove a forklift in the 80s and made $3.75 an hour…I guess I should have stuck with it!

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  3. Some of my favorite memories were busting union attempts on grocery & strip center construction jobs.
    Absolutely agree with you again. Nothing you say is controversial in my Texas mind! Keep on Truckin’!

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    1. I was a project manager and onsite at Mall of America. The company I worked for was America’s Original Sports Bars, based in Dallas. Every store, restaurant and club had to open on the same day or suffer a 50K per day fine. My projects on the 4th floor were Hooters, America’s Original Sports Bar, Lil Ditty’s, Knuckelheads Comedy Club, Baha Beach Club and Gatlin Brothers Music City Grill. We were union busters, building all interior in a shop in Shakopee MN, then delivering by truck to the mall where union workers off loaded and installed in the venues. The carpenters and drywall unions where not to hard to work with but the electrical and plumbing were downright demonic. We opened all the venues on time, but barely. A few of the larger department stores missed their deadline because of union pushback and paid dearly. If I hadn’t hired local guys as my superintendents I would be resting at the bottom of Lake Minitoka.

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