It’s been reported that a bunch of Teamsters have threatened a reality show crew because the production company was using non-union drivers. Having been a victim of union violence myself, I’m never surprised by such thuggery.
This sort of harassment is a sure sign that groups like the Teamsters are headed to the dust heap of history. They are becoming obsolete, socially, economically, and technologically. They won’t go quietly, but, eventually, they will go.
As usual, well said.
When I worked as an inspector for an engineering company I had a grievance filed against me by the welders union. Reason? They left a hot welding lead laying on the decking at the end of their shift. I tripped on the lead and the welding rod sparked against the decking. In their silly world, I was “welding” and a non-union member. It’s crap like that that shows people how irrelevant unions are becoming.
How do you know when a Teamster is dead?
– The donut falls out of his hand.
How do you know which children on a playground are Teamster’s kids?
– They are the kids sitting in folding chairs, watching the other children play on the swings.
Heh. I got “grieved” by the electricians when I was a lowly computer nerd stringing network cable from room to room (wiring is wiring, even if it’s low voltage that they’ve never done before). We offered to let management see where they were web surfing on “breaks” and how long those “breaks” were taking, and we quickly and quietly reached a deal that network wiring was outside the scope of their work. We’ve been on much better terms with the trades for years now, especially when we set up computers for them to use on “breaks” that management didn’t know about. People marvel that our cooling issues get solved within an hour or two. 🙂
We’ve seen a lot of this sort of thing lately, haven’t we?
Complicated issue, unions. One of my grandfathers was a scab. I’ve walked a picket with the other. Both were right.
You have the god given right in the USA to find another job anytime anywhere, employers don’t have any rights when it come’s to unions
Seems fair??????
Oh the last four years in Wisconsin has been quite the eye opener to many when it comes to Union thugs and their behavior. We could write a book on the documented examples in my state. From death threats to arrested teachers .
When I worked for a company designing OEM speakers for car manufacturers I was fortunate enough to have one of the Japanese accounts so I don’t have any union horror stories. But my colleagues who had accounts with the American automakers had some memorable encounters. One of them mentioned seeing union workers finishing their drinks and tossing the empty cans inside the door panels before sealing them up. He asked about it and was told that they were mad that the break area had been moved too far from the production line for their liking so that was their way of expressing their displeasure.
I blogged about the same Teamsters incident Mr Hoge did last night if anyone wants to read my take on it at http://helms-deep.us/2014/08/teamsters-behaving-badly/
I would also like to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Hoge for the links he has given me in the past. It is much appreciated. I have a permanent link to Hogewash proudly displayed in my sidebar, but I know he throws me more traffic than I throw him.
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Not liking thugs (and bullies)?
That may very well be the defining characteristic of Hogeists/Lickspittles!
That, and a well developed snark gland…
Shine the light on ’em, boys!
Thugs and criminals!
Old Dale needs some trigger disipline
He apparently needs some shopping discipline too. The video is still one of the best political ads of all time.
First time I had a run-in with union thugs was when I was 17 years old. At the time, my mother was management in a grocery store, and the union was on strike, and picketing. My father detailed me to drive my mother to and from work since they were vandalizing cars.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store, a union thug no one recognized – but was clearly recruited to work the line for strong arm – approached my truck with an iron bar secreted up his sleeve. As he neared me at the driver side door, he dropped the bar from his sleeve into his hands, I pulled a large revolver from my lap and pointed it at his face. He scrambled back.
My mother got a far more polite reception from then on.