According to one union leader contacted by the Post-Gazette, one day of pay might equal “$700 in pay, benefits and a per diem payment that out-of-town workers receive.”

Still not worth it.

Oh, and Shell didn’t want any backtalk from the proletariat:

Several union leaders said they were not consulted about the arrangement before it was sent out. Shell’s list, however, suggested they had green lit it. “No yelling, shouting, protesting or anything viewed as resistance will be tolerated at the event,” the paper read. “An underlying theme of the event is to promote good will from the unions. Your building trades leaders and jobs stewards have agreed to this.”

By the way, the event — which was an official presidential visit, not a political rally — was chock-full of political ax-grinding and whining, which is pretty much all Trump does these days when he’s not mawing fast food or watching Fox & Friends.

In fact, after complaining that he was losing between $3 billion and $5 billion as a result of being president (dude, you have to have $5 billion to lose $5 billion), he launched into a crazy rant about the emoluments lawsuits against him and President Obama’s lucrative book deal:

“I got sued on a thing called emoluments, emoluments. You ever hear the word? Nobody every heard of it before. They went back. Now nobody looks at Obama getting $60 million for a book, that’s okay. Even though nobody in history ever got that much money for a book. Obama got $60 million. Think of it, $60 million for a book. Nobody looks, nobody looks at anything. But with me it’s everything. Emoluments. Nobody knows what it is. Here’s the good news. Last month, I just won two cases on emoluments, and the judge was scolding of the other side. And what it is is presidential harassment, because this thing is costing me a fortune, and I love it, okay? I love it because I’m making the lives of other people much, much better.”

Maybe I’d sit and listen to an hour of this crap for $7,000. But $700? Fuck, no. Not worth it.

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