So what happens if the employer has to pay worthless employees $15 an hour when demographics make it impossible to elect a Republican President?

Continued subsidies?

So what happens if the employer has to pay worthless employees $15 an hour when demographics make it impossible to elect a Republican President?

OMG, that would be great, I feel a song coming on...:)

I'd play music all day for love and sammiches. :)

It's really a beyond pathetic situation. Talk about zero hope for the future.

Our hispanic yard crew was here today with what looked like a 13-14yo backpack blower trainee on board. He wasn't as thorough as his uncle or father, but he did a passable job and should improve over time to running a weed-eater or maybe even handling the big mower.

Hopefully the ten hour day, six days a week work in this heat/humidity will show him the wisdom of excelling in an air-conditioned school this fall.

Hopefully the ten hour day, six days a week work in this heat/humidity will show him the wisdom of excelling in an air-conditioned school this fall.

What do we do with the kids that don't understand "bring me a clean glass?" if they don't know the difference?

Our hispanic yard crew was here today with what looked like a 13-14yo backpack blower trainee on board. He wasn't as thorough as his uncle or father, but he did a passable job and should improve over time to running a weed-eater or maybe even handling the big mower.

Hopefully the ten hour day, six days a week work in this heat/humidity will show him the wisdom of excelling in an air-conditioned school this fall.

Of course it will all work out, Lod. “Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of the waterway ran on, deserted, into the gloom of overshadowed distances. On silvery sand-banks hippos and alligators sunned themselves side by side. The broadening waters flowed through a mob of wooded islands; you lost your way on that river as you would in a desert, and butted all day long against shoals, trying to find the channel, till you thought yourself bewitched and cut off for ever from everything you had known once—somewhere—far away—in another existence perhaps. There were moments when one’s past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare for yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect. I got used to it afterwards; I did not see it any more; I had no time. I had to keep guessing at the channel; I had to discern, mostly by inspiration, the signs of hidden banks; I watched for sunken stones; I was learning to clap my teeth smartly before my heart flew out, when I shaved by a fluke some infernal sly old snag that would have ripped the life out of the tin-pot steamboat and drowned all the pilgrims; I had to keep a lookout for the signs of dead wood we could cut up in the night for next day’s steaming. When you have to attend to things of that sort, to the mere incidents of the surface, the reality—the reality, I tell you—fades. The inner truth is hidden—luckily, luckily. But I felt it all the same; I felt often its mysterious stillness watching me at my monkey tricks, just as it watches you fellows performing on your respective tight-ropes for—what is it? half-a-crown a tumble—”

“Try to be civil, Marlow,” growled a voice, and I knew there was at least one listener awake besides myself.""

I'll buy you a beer if I ever make it south of DFW, alright?

Garage bands never get this right. :)