Strike,,,OUT!

A friend of mine told me the other day about the two strikes her husband has experienced.

In the first instance, he was a young man living in an eastern European country where he was born. During that strike, he and his colleagues froze and starved, or something perilously darn close.

In the current strike, as a teacher working in British Columbia public schools, he laughed about the two hours he might put in while sucking on his tall nonfat caramel macchiato.

Then, he's going skiing.

This man, like so many teachers that I have met over the years, not only doesn't agree with his union, the always pugilistic rabble-rousing BCTF, but he feesl intimidated by the union.


Here's my problem.


Maybe teaching and teachers have experienced a dramatic upturn in quality in the past several generations. Or maybe they just talk a better game about how wonderful and dedicated and hard-working and caring they are.

From all the 11 years I  attended public schools in Canada, I can remember not more than three really good teachers. All the rest were downright lazy, ignorant, thoughtless and often cruel slackers who shouldn't have been allowed within 50 yards of a young person.

So...my sympathies, so often on the side of union workers, are less than non-existent for the teachers in their annual strike. Show me a year when they weren't pulling this stunt.