Seattle: Man Was Happy to Get Minimum Wage Raised to $11… – IOTW Report

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  1. But that’s not important.

    What’s important is that these idiots vote. The jobs will move elsewhere as businesses vote with their feet. The city will lose their tax base and the entitled welfare slaves will stay on the democratic plantation as everything augers into the ground.

    And no one will learn a thing.

  3. The government replaced Private Enterprise in Detroilet, Chicago, New York, and California, how’s that working out? The government took control of our schools, how’s that working out?The government took control of Pensions all over the county, thousands facing bankruptcy. The government decided they could rob Social Security and pay it back later: Facing imminent Bankruptcy. The government is taking over Health Care, how’s that working out? Now those idiots in Seattle think that having the government get involved with setting wages is going to work out? Good luck with that. Seattle is bulging at the seems with educated idiots who didn’t learn anything in school and may not learn much at the school of hard knocks.

  8. They are forced to pay a higher wage… is it that much of a stretch to force them to keep the doors open? Just outlaw bankruptcy, how hard is that?

  9. What a pear-shaped-queer-goof! I saw his mug and immediately knew he was extra special.

    However watching him perforate that dough, I knew I missed the mark by a mile.

  14. “People like me are finding themselves in a tougher situation than ever.”

    Well young man, you haven’t seen anything yet. You’re young and you have a lot to learn. Learn this, when they screw with the free market this is what happens. No matter where you go in Seattle, the door will always be hitting you in the butt.

  15. Hey dumbass, at 6:00 pm today you can join the anti-capitalism march in Seattle. You, and the rest those parasites can help shut down the rest of the city. May Day in Seattle is a regular party.

  18. Awww, gee! Must be terrible for this meat sack oxygen thief.

    Let’s look at the absolute worst paid people in the United States of America – For those fast food employees striking for $15 an hour, let’s do some math. At $15 an hour Johnny Fry-Boy working 40 hours per week would make $30,000 annually. An E1 (Private) in the US military makes $18,378 annually. An E5 (Sergeant) with 8 years of service only makes $35,067 annually.

    .5% of the American population defends the other 99.5%.

    Somebody in Seattle bitch slap this worthless punk ’cause I can’t get out there & do it myself..

  19. The start of funemployment! Time to read books (if they CAN read that is), time to pursue interests (aside from social interests) and job skills. Oh, wait – time to whine and complain instead of bettering themselves so they actually can earn a decent wage.

  20. The Gods of the Copy Book Headings will have the final word here

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    AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
    I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
    Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

    We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
    That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
    But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
    So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

    We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
    Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
    But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
    That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

    With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
    They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
    They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
    So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

    When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
    They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
    But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”

    On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
    (Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
    Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”

    In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
    By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
    But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”

    Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
    And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
    That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
    And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

    As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
    There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
    That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
    And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;

    And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
    When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
    As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
    The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

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