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People die on the job every summer. Remember that water and shade breaks are crucial when working in the heat, and calling emergency services for signs of serious heat illness (fatigue, nausea/vomiting, headaches, dizziness, clammy skin, confusion, agitation, slurred speech, high body temperature, rapid heart rate, etc.) is entirely appropriate. If you’re afraid to call 911 for reasons such as being undocumented, you’ll need to get very familiar with how to prevent, recognize, and treat heat illness. If you are symptomatic and not allowed a break, water, or medical treatment, walk out. No matter how broke you are, your job is not worth your life.
The current WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes are great evidence of how foreign unionization has become to American workers. Currently, only about 10% of the workforce belongs to a union. In the 50s and 60s, that number was more like 30%.
No wonder well-meaning people are confused about picketing, scabbing, and bargaining. Most Americans, particularly those under 40, have no experience with unions.
The good news is the unions will tell you exactly how they want you to support them. Please listen.
Imagine if while you were on a train, a little old lady jumped up and began doing pirouettes while eating the chairs and singing the sound track of the Sound of Music in the Austrian Dialect of German. And then she stole your pocket watch, broke it with a hammer, stuck it in a bucket of paint and threw it out the window straight at a saguaro cactus, knocking the tops off of 7 cacti in the process. Wouldn’t that be fucked up
This is suspiciously specific.
Please, official Amtrak, please add context!
All the context you need is there. I guess I never specified but the train is full of people and it’s the Southwest Chief
The old woman is wearing a bumblebee hair clip, a large plastic pink necklace, a blue and white striped blouse and some long dark blue pants.
This looks like a fucking parody post, or an edgy edit, but it’s 100% official real Flintstones.
Clarification: I don’t hate this book, I love it, it’s amazing. It’s just that taking a step back and looking it out of context is still really funny. Especially the line “We participated in a genocide, Barney.”
ok but imagine them in their cartoon forms saying this dialogue i’m
can we have some context to this, perhaps?
Bedrock is having a mayoral election. One of the candidates is a violent war mongering asshole that riles people up against the lizard people. This reminds Fred and Barney of their time in the army.
Back then the father of said violent candidate was riling people up against the “tree people”. Fred, Barney, and other soldiers fought what they believed to be a defensive measure against the tree people. Turns out, it was actually an invasion, in order to kill off the tree people and take over their forest to build Bedrock.
That’s what Fred means when he says he and Barney participated in a genocide. They literally did.
(Extra fun fact, Barney adopted a tree person baby after the war, and his son Bamm-Bamm is the last tree person.)
Shein is going down for being an organized criminal organization. Actors and Writers are striking. Student Loan debt relief may actually go through after all. Jack Smith is closing in on Trump, and all signs point to him dying in prison. Billionares are dying in ignoble and humiliating ways. Please God keep this ball rolling, it almost feels like the first taste of justice in about as long as I can remember.
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