[newwahoo]

"Union thugs assault people trying to get to work They're bussed into other demonstrations to intimidate. Arrested ever? No, or at least very rarely and only in extreme circumstances."

I can't speak about things you might have experienced, but beleiev me when I tell you that these people were not of the union persuasion from what I saw. They were college kids and aging hippies with some guys in black and some totally disturbed people.

[mitchbert]

No doubt...I've many family members who are members of the UAW (actually CAW but same thing different flavor) and other unions who would never do anything like this. But I've also seen Detroit Teamsters show up on busses in Toronto for public service strikes, and they aren't folks you want to argue with if they're blocking an entrance or whatever. And they can be really nasty, and yes I've seen it.

Never fair to paint with a broad brush, I know, but the leadership of the movements drag their members through the dirt they disturb.

[Bandaneira]

March for Morons...The chant goes up...

The leader says.."What do we want ?"

The group says..."I don't know !!!"

The leader says.."When do we want it ?"

The group says..."Now !"

Repeat six times, then retire to a seedy bar to bathe in each other's reflected (if somewhat tarnished and unwashed) glory of the march and to praise each other for the brilliance of the action. The leader brings out a book on Marxist discourse and offers tee-shirts of Che for Fifty Bucks a pop. The group runs off to the closest ATM and withdraws some money from the credit card they were given for their birthday by their parents. Fearless leader pockets cash quickly and tells group that it is going to be donated to an orphanage in Cuba, bids his revolutionary farewell, gives the salute and slinks off to a strip joint.

[Bandaneira]

March for Morons...The chant goes up...

The leader says.."What do we want ?"

The group says..."I don't know !!!"

The leader says.."When do we want it ?"

The group says..."Now !"

Repeat six times, then retire to a seedy bar to bathe in each other's reflected (if somewhat tarnished and unwashed) glory of the march and to praise each other for the brilliance of the action. The leader brings out a book on Marxist discourse and offers tee-shirts of Che for Fifty Bucks a pop. The group runs off to the closest ATM and withdraws some money from the credit card they were given for their birthday by their parents. Fearless leader pockets cash quickly and tells group that it is going to be donated to an orphanage in Cuba, bids his revolutionary farewell, gives the salute and slinks off to a strip joint.