"harry" wrote in message
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In the S Wales coalfields it is
carried down the generations, even
though the mines are long closed.
The scabs and non scabs have to
live in separate places. And their
children and grandchildren.

When scabbing you have to consider the consequences. A SCAB is a SCAB!

The following was written by Jack London in 1915.

Ode To A Scab

After God had finished the rattlesnake, the toad, and the vampire, He had
some awful substance left with which he made a scab. A scab is a two-legged
animal with a corkscrew soul, a waterlogged brain, and a combination
backbone made of jelly and glue. Where others have hearts, he carries a
tumor of rotten principles.

When a scab comes down the street, men turn their backs and angels weep in
heaven, and the devil shuts the gates of hell to keep him out. No man has a
right to scab as long as there is a pool of water deep enough to drown his
body in, or a rope long enough to hang his carcass with. Judas Iscariot was
a gentleman compared with a scab. For betraying his Master, he had character
enough to hang himself. A scab hasn't.

Esau sold his birthright for a mess of pottage. Judas Iscariot sold his
savior for thirty pieces of silver. Benedict Arnold sold his country for a
promise of a commission in the British Army. The modern strikebreaker sells
his birthright, his country, his wife, his children, and his fellow men for
an unfulfilled promise from his employer, trust, or corporation.