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We don’t celebrate May Day in America because we like freedom, guns, and we believe in the power of corporations (& the kittehs)!
What are you worried about? You’re not missing much on International Workers’ Day. What has the labor movement — and come to think of it, maypole dancing — ever done for you, anyway?!
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Punk Rock HR and Team Building is for Suckers by L.Ruettimann is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Based on a work at punkrockhr.com.
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hmm, my Staples calender says that it is Holocaust Remembrance Day….
Really? I just read online that it’s January 27th. Weird. REVISED: Oh no, snap, it’s Holocaust Remembrance Day in Israel. Yom Hashoah. Thank god for the interwebs!
By some coincidence, iGoogle offered the following as one of today’s Quotes Of The Day selections:
“Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.” (Oscar Wilde)
Happy May Day, sucker!
Sorry I’m so late. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but all this time, I’ve been sending your May Day greeting to this address: suck_tit@aol.com. Now I see why I keep getting that confounding Delivery Status Notification. Chairman Meow, indeed.
Here’s your late greeting, Catholic girl (interrupted):
May is Mary’s month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why
Her feasts follow reason,
Dated due to season –
Candlemas, Lady Day;
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her,
With a feasting in her honour?
Ask this of her, the mighty mother;
Her reply puts forth another
Question: What is Spring?
It’s growth in everything –
Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
Grass and greenworld all together.
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested
Cluster of bugle-blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod and sheath or shell.
All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees, sympathizing
With that world of good,
Natures’s motherhood.
(from “The May Magnificat”)
Only quoted in part, of course, but it’s personally my very favorite May description, a subtle and deceptively profound celebration of birth and life and renewal and growth and rebirth and motherhood — made all the more remarkable for the fact that it was written by a very repressed but brilliant Catholic priest. Don’t you just love this time of year, Mrs. Ruettimann?
I love how Mary, the virgin mother, is f