cranky, with all due respect to Jack London, who should have stuck with writing about half-breed dog/wolf cross animals, he forgot about the life form that is much, much, much lower than the person he called a SCAB.
According to you and Jack London, the honest person, the breadwinner, who wants to provide for his family is a SCAB. You and Jack London call the person who has the nerve to believe that he has a RIGHT to work and look after his family, a SCAB. You and Jack London call the person who stands up to the selfish unionist a SCAB.
And who is a unionist? THE real lowest form of a miserable life. A person who has absolutely no clue about his own worth and demands champagne and caviar wages for beer and peanuts work. The person who in his delusion thinks that being a flesh and blood, but brainless automoton on an assembly line deserves and is worth what no person with logical brain would ever thinks he deserves. A unionist is a person, who is basically gutless and brainless to speak and act for himself and needs the mob behind him with the threats and acts of violence against everyone that disagrees with him. A unionist would rather see his job going to China or India than realize that he is not worth anywhere near as much as he thinks he is.
And the saddest thing is that the cancer of unionism affected and contaminated people who are dedicated to their craft and consider it more than just a JOB, indeed a profession and a calling.
I am willing to bet that a teacher that feels that teaching is his CALLING, that teaching the next generation, would be selfless and honest enough not to have no part of a union. Just let them have SECRET vote, truly an anathema to unionist bullies.
Unfortunately, two months of vacation is tempting enough to say, screw it all. And then go and teach the kids to do and say the same.
Personally, I worked through several strikes in my 37+ years of employment, so feel free and call me a SCAB.
I always negotiated my own pay. When I left the company through retirement I knew that I can always come back and shake the hands of the employees who are still there and knew about me.