Dear G4 SCAB,
Its not "academic" at all. Because when you find out a man would not have your back in a fight and would further go over and enthusiastically help your attacker, you can't respect, trust, or suffer his company.
I hope we find out who you are in the mean time, so we can expose you to your fellow pilots for what you are.
"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 water brain, a combination backbone 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...." Jack London
And defecate in my roller bag? How quaint. That's a lot of poop, as most of my G4 and G5 colleagues would scab too, I think. So save it up, buttercup.