The fucking farm kids that ended up in my workplace are the worst fucking assholes I've ever met.
They bitch and moan about the union, refuse to join it, and accuse unions of being too political. They don't trust the government and that's fine. But then they bitch and moan about the new contract. Mother fucker, they shafted us because we're at record low membership and they can get away with murder. As if the union wasn't fighting tooth and nail for a better contract.
Who do you trust more? The guy with his name on the building or the men and women working alongside you? Turns out, it's the guy with his name on the building.