I know you're over here reading, Chief Sitting On His Brains. I've got a few things in this story I want to point out to you. Pay attention to the bolded parts.
Omaha Steve (1000+ posts) Wed Jun-18-08 05:01 PM
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My dad was an 11 year old scab in 1931 by Omaha Steve on the Denver Post blog
Mr. Lewis,
I’m the son of a scab. My father was 11 years old in 1931 and quit school to support his family during the depression. He was one of fourteen children. My grandfather was in jail for bootlegging. (He was also a bigamist). My dad crossed the picket line. He was working a quarry in Southern Indiana. The company used young children to place explosive charges deep in small holes from a drill. On his way home one night, several out of work men taught a young boy why he should have stayed in school and shouldn’t cross the line.
At the age of 11, your father decides that helping your grandmother and 13 of your aunts and uncles stay fed, housed, and clothed in the absence of your bootlegger grandfather is more important than pretty much anything else going on. So much so he enters into a quarry to place explosives to feed the family. Up to and until a group of union goons, your brethren, decided to teach him a lesson; one he would never forget.
What bravery these union shit-stains showed! Beating up a child who was trying to make a wage so none of his siblings or mother starved! It's a wonder they don't have a shrine built to them at the edge of the old quarry!
Funny thing is, Chair Warrior, you would have been one of the cowards jumping that 11 year old little boy, wouldn't you? Big, brave, hard working, keyboard warrior like you? Kicking a little kid's ass with two or three of your closest friends wouldn't make you think twice.
So, if your story is to be believed, your father had more character and honor in his 11 year old little toe than you have in your whole bloated body.
Tell us, He Who Lives Off Of Others, did your daddy ever look at you and regret that he carried you home in a bundle instead of wiping you off of your momma's chin? I'll bet he did.
Although after W.W.II my father worked in a union shop in Omaha for 32 years, he never joined. He had good pay and benefits for a third grade education.
I don’t feel what my father did all those years was right. He did earn a retirement, decent wage, and more.
Damn, and without union representation. What does that tell you, squaw?
His experience from 1931 had nothing to do with his career in Omaha.
Sure it didn't, keep telling yourself that, Runs With Commies.
