Monday, September 1, 4pm
McFerson Commons, 218 West Street, downtown Columbus

Labor Day, September 1st, 2025, people in more than 1,000 communities across the 50 United States, Sweden, and the Territory of Guam will gather for Workers Over Billionaires. This is a national day of action sponsored by the same coalition that brought you this year’s May Day National Day of Action. Participants will creatively and nonviolently protest the billionaire takeover of our democracy and the government’s abandonment of the American working class.

The War on Workers.

Donald Trump has signed an unconstitutional executive order banning protected speech. He is ordering that anyone who burns an American flag should receive a year in jail.

So I guess it doesn’t matter if the flag is desecrated, but only how you desecrate it. MAGAts seem to think this is OK.

Trump did pardon J6 MAGAt terrorists for using flagpoles with the flag to attack Capitol Police.

And he seemed OK with Kid Rock’s attire.

And in the Oval Office, which Kid Rock must have confused with Waffle House, and with the way Trump decorates, who can blame him?

And Trump desecrates the flag with his ping-pong paddles, which you can find in the Trump Store.

Today, over on GoComics, a MAGAt told me my school shooting cartoon should be removed because it’s disgusting. GC is a private platform, but the MAGAt still proved how he feels about protected speech. The only speech he approves of is speech he wants to hear, just like Donald Trump.

Hurricane Betsy hit New Orleans on September 9, 1965, days after I had begun my senior year in high school. Those were the old days when school didn’t start until after Labor Day. The night the hurricane came, our whole family stayed, along with others, in the city’s central business district on the 4th floor of the old California Company building on Loyola Avenue, a stone’s throw from the central library and not much more to City Hall.  My brother and I had to sit in to play hands of bridge to help make up foursomes among the adults. Our house didn’t flood, but the streets had enough water that, when we returned, I could paddle my 14-foot pirogue around the neighborhood and up Paris Avenue. It took a week for the water to subside and power to return. Having a gas stove was a lifesaver, which is part of the reason I still hang onto one now.