I don't like Labor Day

It depresses the hell out of me. Labor Day seems to have a kind of hammer and sickle motif, but it doesn't stand for anything, really. It doesn't invoke any historic events or major heroes, like Memorial Day or Martin Luther King Day--it just a made up holiday, a bone thrown to unions.

Also, it marks the end of summer and the onslaught of bad weather. Soon the leaves will fall from the trees. Dreary.

And there was Jerry Lewis--does anyone else remember his ghastly telethons in aid of some charity? And felt annoyed because it was for a good cause, so you felt guilty for hating him?