No Rules

The other day I saw a sign that said “NO RULES”.
I like to think that “YES” rules.
Or “PERHAPS”.

So, the front of MY T-shirt reads “PERHAPS RULES”.
And the back reads “PERHAPS NOT”.

I should run for political office. Try to pin ME down, you swine.

I got so disgusted with the lame slogans on the sweat shirts and pants that I see that I modified them.

Yours may read “B.U.M.” I stitch in “F.O.R.K” below it.
Well, if you want people to look at your B.U.M., this will do it.
And it’s a great conversation starter at the gym or supermarket, as well!

If yours is FILA, I have a BOOBA for you.

So, Wal-Mart has come to town and the store is packed with shoppers. One local scribe is chortling that the unions will be signing up the staff soon. This should lead to either short-term negligible gains for the downtrodden working-class brothers and sisters, or a possible shutdown of the store. After all, Wal-Mart recently left South Korea and Germany, closing down dozens of stores. I imagine that the local scribe would be happy with either scenario.

In a similar vein, workers at Extra Foods decided to go back to work. At $22 per hour, they’re getting almost $6 per hour more than the top rate that housekeepers get in Whistler, and they’re demanding $2 per hour more!

I say, don’t let these evil employers crush you! Open your own businesses! Open that after-hours brain-surgery clinic or off-leash Rottweiler amusement park! Use that Grade 12 education to be all that you can be! Quit and see what the real market for your skills is!

Don’t worry, I think that the majority of us, as in Europe, can pack our own groceries. Heck, we can even scan them! To save 25% from my grocery bill, I’d be pleased to see you flex your wings and try your creative side. Don’t let the door hit you on the B.U.M. on the way out!