I want to laugh but this hurts so many people in those unions who didn't fall for this very obvious scam. And the morons at the top who are now lamenting it won't have a second of self reflection, either. Fuckin miserable!
I'm laughing because I've done my part. I have told everyone who would listen that the orange turd was an orange turd and like Cassandra they wouldn't listen to me.
I've got a big spoon and a great big empty bowl of schaudenfreude to fill, and I intend to gorge myself.
Stupid fucks get what they deserve and if the world goes down in flames it's on the rich to fix it.
Every good dictator knows, those who get you in power don't keep you in power. So trick them into getting you into power so you can help the powerful to keep their power and keep you in power.
The common denominator for these people seems to be "it'll happen to the others, but not to me". It's like there is something fundamentally twisted about their relation to alterity -that is, the others, anything that's outside of them. A lack of empathy, mirror neurons, some developmental issue ?
Their primary desire is to hurt others. Because of this they support those who will hurt people. They are just too stupid to comprehend that the people who get hurt usually includes them.
What I read is that US Steel doesn't feel there's a payback in investing in refurbishing the blast furnaces to keep them going, and want to move to other methods of steel production (apparently something called EAF is cheaper and more eco-friendly), and these would not be in Pittsburgh.
Nippon Steel OTOH still believes there is money in renovating and continuing to run the blast furnaces with the current staffing in place, so the unions who support the current workers are in favor of this.
[Scene opens on a wide, desolate savanna at dusk. The camera slowly pans over a leopard lying under a tree, its large body barely able to move. The sun is setting, casting a cold, dim light over the scene. Soft wind rustles through the dry grass. The leopard’s eyes are dull, its breathing labored.]
Narrator (soft, somber voice):
In the wild, leopards are meant to stalk, to hunt, to climb. But for some, this is no longer possible. These are the leopards of the forgotten savanna... the ones who can no longer live the life they were born to lead.
[Cut to a close-up of another leopard, this one lying next to a watering hole, panting heavily. The camera lingers on its enormous, bloated body, its paws barely able to reach the ground. The leopard’s eyes seem vacant, devoid of the wild spark they once had.]
Narrator:
Overfed and unable to move, these leopards have been left to a slow, painful existence. They can no longer hunt their prey, no longer climb the trees to escape danger, no longer feel the thrill of the chase. They are trapped in their own bodies.
[Cue the soft, mournful opening chords of "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan. The camera slowly pans over a third leopard, sluggishly trying to rise, but its massive weight prevents it from standing. It lets out a heavy sigh, its once-strong legs buckling beneath it.]
Narrator:
They are the forgotten victims of a world that has abandoned them. Too fat to run, too weak to fight... These leopards are slowly fading, one breath at a time. They need your help.
[Cut to a shot of a leopard staring out over the savanna. The camera lingers on its face, eyes half-closed, its expression one of quiet resignation.]
Narrator:
For just $3 a day, you can provide the care and support these leopards so desperately need. A donation will help give them the chance to live a life of dignity. Help them find their way back to the wild they were meant to roam.
[The music swells as the camera fades to black, and the words "Your donation can make a difference" appear in white text on the screen.]
Narrator (whispering):
Please, don’t let them suffer in silence. The time to act is now.
[The music fades out, and the SPCA logo appears in the corner, along with a toll-free number and website for donations.]