Not one of us in this profession is going to make a fortune. I mean, in real terms there isn't much difference between retiring with $1 million vs. $2million. We're all going to reach an age where the dollars don't matter. Being well off in this environment is not going to be all it's cracked up to be. Before long we're going to see opinions change on this issue across the board. Especially in this profesion, where the generational theft is magnified by seniority. Those of you who delight in knowing that working to 65 is denying another a chance more than you actually need to work are going to find yourself wishing you had acted more admirably.
I know a lot of real good guys who are scabs. Most of them would give back every dollar they ever made if they could get that stink off of them. You'll be the same way Avbug. That's if you were ever worth a squirt of pi$$ to begin with.
I'm a scab now, am I? Which picket line is it that I've crossed, exactly? So much vitriol, so much venom...and sooooo unprofessional. You wear your stripes on your sleeve, I see. Not on your shoulder.
Seniority is not theft.
How increadibly arrogant of you to presume that by one man keeping his job, he is denying a job to another. You speak of acting admirably by giving up one's job so that another might have a chance. What utter nonsense!
Should you give up your job now, today, this moment, because someone else could be making a living doing your job, instead? Hardly. Should I give up mine? Hardly.
You don't know me. You don't know my age. You hurl juvinile 14 year old insults and resort to name calling...for what?
I've never crossed a picket line. I've never stolen another's job. I've never been given anything at any point along the way. It's all been earned. Hard earned, at that. Those who think they're entitled to what I've earned had best learn to earn theselves. Over the years I've been burned, cut, shot, crushed, and dealt with fires, explosions, raging passengers, leaking cargo, and freezing nights in the middle of nowhere. Forced landings, stuck controls, no-notice furloughs, and somewhere in there, homeless and without a dime to my name. More than once. Over 60 moves over the years in pursuit or work. Domestic and international. Workin war zones, out of war zones, and in places that make war zones look pleasant. Earned, you see. From crop dusting as a teenager to where I am now, to where ever I may be tomorrow...earned every step of the way. You wish to simply take it? Neither you, nor any other alive, has the money, the power, or the authority to take those experiences away. Most importantly, you haven't the right, and I'm not giving it to you.
I highly doubt you want what I've got...this makes your venom all the more pathetic and laughable. If you're jealous of me, you've got serious problems of your own, and I pity you. You really want my life? Given your sense of entitlement and self-aggrandizement, I doubt you would, or that you could possibly handle it. This is fine. Don't, however, attempt to tell me that I owe you anything. I don't owe you a job, I don't owe you a wage. I don't owe you a retirement. I don't owe you my seat in the cockpit. I owe you nothing.
Nobody else owes you anything either. You want it? You earn it. Simply shut up, and earn it. Until that time, clearly you've nothing more to offer here.
