Everybody loves parades. The Rose Parade, Dykes on Bikes; hell, Disneyland has a parade every single day. And street festivals are all about revolution, taking back the pavement from automobiles and the insidious forces that promote their ubiquitous role in society. Predictably then, the Cesar Chavez Parade and Festival was an obvious hit, marrying both concepts into a union that even the Mormons would have a difficult time de-legitimizing.
This fellow was particularly enthused to be part of the action. Since they apparently wouldn’t let him be part of the lo rider escort team, rolling with the mobile mariachi unit was the next logical choice. Oh, but you don’t have to litter, guys!
The unions also got to strut their stuff, which was probably the whole point when this celebration was initially conceived. It was educational, too, since I previously had no idea that there was in fact a linoleum union.
As expected, the postal union continued their stagnant march ahead, blissfully unaware that the Post Office will probably be bankrupt in two years, having chosen to subsidize environment-wrecking mass catalog distribution and junk mail companies by resorting to steadily increasing the cost of postage for you and me to send simple letters, rather than attempting to creatively integrate the internet age into operations.
It’s unfortunate that it costs 44 cents for us to send a simple one-page letter in the mail, but Ikea (or pick whatever corporation you want) gets to clog your box with massive tomes that you will probably just forward directly to the recycling bin, and they only have to pay a mere penny or two to send each one. Trees get chopped to supply all the paper, much of which often finds its final resting place in landfills. All the while the USPS keeps hemorrhaging money without knowing why. But arguing about snail mail on the internet is a tired affair, and I digress. Plus, we’ve still got to get to the street festival!
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