If someone protests that the kids get lunch in return for cleaning the toilets, it’s worth reminding the argumentative one that if you’re a slave, they have to feed you. Kind of necessary, unless you have a new crop of slaves being delivered every few days.*
So that’s what’s being proposed. (And not for the first time!)
*Not impossible if we can just get these females busy a birthin’ the babies at a fast enough pace!
But in addition: those who bitch and whine about “government interference” mean government interference with THEM. Government interference with the Lower Orders, by contrast, is fine and dandy. Indispensable, in fact.
At the risk of annoying those fully conversant with this essential and evergreen observation, I’ll post it again:
I couldn’t get to that article due to not wanting to register, but I have read several others. I will mention that when I was in grade school in the mid 60’s, spending our lunch hours on cafeteria duty was a privilege.
We got a snack before starting work and then got to eat with the grown-ups and be late back to class. We also got to serve our own lunch trays and could have TWO deserts if we wanted because we had worked so hard.
I think we got free lunches out of it, I can’t really remember that part.
The main difference of course, is that us kids had to volunteer and take home a permission slip for our parents to sign before being put in rotation, and our teachers had to agree that our grades were good enough for us to miss an hour of class a day. We also didn’t get to do it often enough for it to become a chore…maybe only 3 or 4 weeks a year.
So, kids working for their lunches isn’t a new idea, but the mean spirited and spiteful way the Repugs want to do it is now is bad.
I can remember when the poor kids had to go to the office to get lunch tickets when the rest of us got in line first and only once to give the lunch lady our 30 cents.
Even in that unenlightened time, people thought that that was mean and embarrassing so most of the other parents started paying for their kids’ lunches at the office, claiming that lil Johnny kept losing his milk money. This meant that most of the kids had to line up at the office to get their tickets and then line up at the cafeteria, which put everyone late back from lunch and screwed up the oh so important schedule.
Passive aggressive resistance at it’s best.
I don’t remember lining up at the office for more than a week but suddenly the lunch lady had a list to check and nobody had to line up at the office for tickets anymore.
That sort of thing certainly wouldn’t play nowadays.
You can always rely on racists for one thing: they screw up their expressions of bigotry. Putonghua has both the [r] and [l] sounds. The racist “accent” mocking in the photo is the usual way of targeting Japanese, not Chinese.
My interpretation of his word salad is as follows:
Trump (falsely) claims that the Chinese spy balloon is actually a billion dollar blimps that is large enough to hold three buses. (whether believes that or is just lying remains unknown). If they sent such a blimp (they didn’t) then presumably they would have sent a pilot to guide it rather than relying on the wind (they wouldn’t). So Biden should call China and ask them if its manned saying that he is going to shoot it down if they tell him it isn’t, then in an effort to save their pilot they will admit to spying and agree to anything Biden asks (they won’t). But unlike Trump, Biden is too stupid to think of that.
I’m not sure where the “manned space craft” fits in. It may be a knock at China’s space program, claiming either that they were lying that they sent manned missions into space, or that they were lying that some of their missions were unmanned. Or maybe that this “blimp” is the closest thing that China has gotten to a manned space mission. But that is as far as I can get into channeling the orange mind without risking irreparable brain damage.
It is fairly simple. Say things that people understand and they will say “hmm” and go on about their business. Make incomprehensible statements loudly and people will talk about you. And as Oscar said, all those years ago, the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.