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Here in the Midwest in the New Millenium, where the cost of living is more down to earth and the locals have at least one foot grounded in reality .......
We have these new fangled things called Employee Owned Businesses, where even cashiers start at $12 hourly in chain grocery stores that have lower prices for higher quality foods and 50X the selection of both the Super Wal-Mart and your local Mom & Pop market combined. If you wanted to make this a career, you get stock in the company after 3 years.
What's the deal here, you may ask? How is that even possible, you incoherently mumble?
Well, you remove from the equation the hack who wants to slash labor and benefits so he can impress the shareholders and net himself a 4th property with an inground pool, hot tub, top shelf liquor and hookers.
A $8 minimum wage will get you about 2.25 gals of gasoline for an honest hour's labor. The federal minimum wage of $3.35 would get you 3.75 gals 25 years ago, when you could actually find used cars for a few hundred dollars that got better gas mileage than most new models produced since.
Now that job seekers can go onto the Internets to research nationwide past and present realities, any employer who FAILS to make adjustments for the rising costs of living is less likely to attract any dedicated workers willing to better themselves. You are more likely to attract disabled veterans, potheads, children and senior citizens wishing to complement their social security.
If it bothers you that people want to be paid an appropriate wage for an appropriate amount of labor in order to afford an appropriate amount of necessities in the appropriate location, I suggest you go back to Gilligan's Island for another 25 years and have a fourway with Mary Ann, Ginger and a coconut.
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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