Grubby Capitalist StrikeBreaker Crosses My Picket Line, Assaults President

Things are getting ugly.  I've been caught suborning scabs to cross my picket line against myself in my ongoing campaign to support the heroic bloggers of Huffington Post... One of them was caught posting the following...

You might be President Obama . . .

If the ten year-old with the neighborhood lemonade stand has more business experience than you, you might be President Obama.

If you have more communists in your cabinet than Vladimir Putin, you might be President Obama.

If you try to look more macho by taking part in a military operation – run by France, you might be President Obama. (Read the Rest...)

Below the Gnat Line: You Might Be President Obama If . . .

Three Beers Later Self-Strike Turns Ugly!

The labor conflict at Three Beers Later! took a grim turn when I crossed my own picket line, established in solidarity with the oppressed unpaid bloggers of the Huffington Post, to publish this weekend's Rule 5 material.  Not owning a car, I was obliged to key my cat Potluck in retaliation.

That might have gone better....

Having dressed my many bloody injuries, I have come to the conclusion that I need to be more tolerant of labor's right to self-expression, and will be more respectful of my picket line in the future.

However, I am in no position to guarantee the same for my occasional guest bloggers, so it is entirely likely that you will see additional material in the near future from Jamil al-Taqqiyah, Frumley Brooks, Chlamydia Shabazz X, et al.   I accept no responsibility for their actions, statements or positions.