It Reads Strike, Not Pet!

i don't get these half-assed "it's-the-same-as-going-to-the-doctor's-but-all-on-the-same-day", "please-sir-may-i-be-excused-for-a-couple-of-hours" so called strikes. strikes should hurt where they must. if they needs must happen, they're not supposed to be this lambish thing where no one really actually gets affected by them. where bosses just get some unemployed bastard to go do the striker's job for the day. or some other company to cover for the lack in their's services: business as usual. no harm no foul.
we oughta have strikes like back in the first half of the XXth century! picket-liningi, scab-bashing, cop-bashing, "it's-do-or-die-and-i-paid-for-the-coffin-already", "we-ain't-about-to-go-nowheres" type of thing!
no candy-assing about. dirty stuff, ugly stuff, "litle-johnny-yer-pop-ain't-ever-comin'-back" stuff!
sticks, bricks, stones, chains, men in soho caps, fedoras and dirty dungarees and overalls get back what's due.
soot, sweat and blood covered streets and The Man afraid for its welfare and the safety of its precious possessions!
we oughta have strikers that stroke!
not boss-endulging pussies...