From a comment over at Dr. Helen:
If a badger and a marmot were running as GOP POTUS & VP in 2012, I’d vote for them over the blind-ass bow-toy we’ve got today.
Great, now I just need a sciurine running mate…oh, and to achieve the Constitutionally-mandated minimum age. Check back in a while.
The actual post concerns a quote from USNews: “One fifth of all men of prime working age are not getting up and going to work.” Helen wondered out loud if some of those men are simply working off the books in response to irritating taxes (labor side) and increasing regulatory costs (employer side). The comments are pretty interesting, with issues ranging from which industries are most amenable to under-the-table payment or to piggybacking on a full-time job (one reader is a college professor who moonlights as a tip-heavy bartender).
After some time in the manosphere, it’s not hard to detect the misandrist shaming language in the phrasing “getting up and going to work.” The implication being that men are shirking from jobs they already have, or that work is out there and guys aren’t (say it with me) “manning up.” As if it’s easy to do when you’ve got migrant labor on one side of you and increasing (and pointless) credentialization on the other.
Keoni Galt posted recently on supplementing his shrinking white-collar income by the sweat of his brow:
But thanks to the Return of the Great Depression, I’ve found myself picking up side jobs in the blue collar work world once again to supplement my dramatically reduced income, in order to provide for my family.
Since I’ve only been doing it a couple of days a week now, I find it quite enjoyable actually. Getting back into hard physical work has made me appreciate escaping the daily grind when it was my sole means of income…but doing it once or twice a week? I find it’s almost a real pleasure.
There is something profoundly satisfying to work with a crew of men you know very well…so well, that you all work with a minimal of direction. Every man knows the job, what it takes to get done, and the job comes together beautifully in the end…
I’ve worked for two men in the past year…both I’m very good friends with, and who are in fact my hunting partners. They both own their own businesses and they work very hard to support their families. They are always willing to have my extra hand thrown in for a day or two of work for some cash on the side.