It seems that we have a problem with Saturdays being recognized as the Sabbath. It seems it is difficult for baseball to take Saturday’s off because the traditional days off of workers would be Saturday and Sunday and of course the nature of baseball is to sell tickets and advertising and whatever else goes along with giving a package to consumers. Here in Belarusalem, zootopian Society has decided to have a vote on what exactly is the work week.
Taking all things into consideration, there are two massive points of interest that must be addressed. The baseball team in Yokohama will have at least one day off every week. If we are going to follow the most incredible baseball team on the planet, perhaps we should allow Shabbos to be on the days when the team has Shabbos. If I am a member of the team at least in spirit, I will work when they work and I will rest when they rest.
However, I’m not physically on the field and I can watch them on my days off therefore, we rest when they rest but also on Mondays we don’t do anything because we are market people. Farmers market people. Local produce people. As in, what we want to do to be better people is to eat more locally. The operative words are locally and seasonally. We don’t want food that comes to us from a million miles away because we don’t really care about someone else’s economics, we care about our own health and the health of our own economies. I love the guys in Japan so much right now, but they are in Japan and I am in Belarusalem. Which, metaphorically, is the same as playing baseball because they play one position and I play another. We are on the same team but I do my thing and I just hope my teammates do theirs. Is this understood?
This all being said, I’m not going to work very hard this year. I am not going to say that Fridays are not holy because I have to prepare for Shabbos and I’m going to do my Shabbos every Saturday even if I blog during it. I’m not supposed to do any of this stuff but I’m doing it because I’m speaking to an audience that thinks kosher is somehow bad. So hey, here’s bad kosher. How does it taste? I don’t understand why you’re so afraid to learn or think. Do you actually mean to say that government can do whatever it wants and you are not allowed to say Wait a minute fat boy, you’re fucking us up with this decision? Literally though metaphorically, you’re beautiful daughter has no choice because she is exactly like a whore who takes whatever dick paid to get through the door. And she can’t say no. Tell me about this? You can’t say no?
So now we have a whole plethora of days off. Baseball also likes Mondays as a day off so there is no problem there. Often Thursday might turn out to be an off day before a three-game weekend series. I’m cool with adding Thursdays to the list. So how does this look? If we add Monday to the sacred we ain’t slaves days off list that gives us a 4-3 week where the workers are now in charge of the majority of their own time. If we include public works that include our own food, clothing, shelter and we’re not working for bosses or money, it all gets kind of blurry and I’m probably just going to say Saturdays if it all comes down to the bottom line and maybe baseball and the marketplace will agree already. But in the meantime, if the bay stars are idle on Thursdays, I am looking at a lovely 52. 5 days off and 2 days with some kind of minimal obligation. And if my actual job is running the greatest newspaper ever to be suppressed by the Russian Empire and play wiffle ball golf in my garden, I am here by reporting for work sir. This contract, if I had some medical care and a reasonable delivery service that doesn’t include too much COVID and perhaps a general shut down of the war in the machines, I win. Actually, I win and so does everyone else.
