Fine...
...go out and picket and walk a line for a bunch of months and don't have any money coming in and spend nights trying to figure out if and when you'll ever work again and if your friends will ever work again and receive crying phone calls from crew members who have to sell their house and leave the business because they didn't have savings to cover their asses when things got really bad and have screaming fights with people who you've know all your life about whether or not what your UNION is doing is good for the industry or bad for the industry and have neighbors in a panic because their health insurance is about to go away because they haven't made the yearly minimum and take a hundred phone calls from your family asking again and again whether or not you're going to be alright and hold fundraisers for people you don't even know and lobby congress and Wall Street and any one who will listen that the companies you are fighting are REALLY monopolies willing to crush workers rights for profit and try every day just not to go insane from the sheer boredom of waiting for your life to restart.
That's a WRITER'S STRIKE.
When you have real life things at stake... I'll get you a tissue.
Otherwise... um... its a blog.
Excuse me if I find your hissy fit (and choice to appropriate the WGA motto) a tad...
small.
(In case this diary happens to hang around longer than that other insulting piece of shit... here's what this is in reference to. My apologies also for no squirmy rooter mention.)