When I was a kid and studying history, I used to think all the stories about strike breakers and troops and Pinkertons going after Unions were horrible.
Now I wish we’d crack their heads and shoot them, just like the bad ol’ days.
So did I. Then I foolishly fell in love with, and married, the son of a local union boss.
Holiday dinners were interesting, with their discussions about how to keep the rank and file worked up and angry at management day in and day out. The average union member has no idea how they are being used. The marriage didn’t last.
I know union tactics are evil.
Bump!