A means to an end, those strike-breakers, scabs, and guardsmen are; they mean nothing yet they value themselves so highly. Their hostility and unhelpfulness are something to behold-- they play such a horrible game, to only benefit some seemingly divine power, who will never acknowledge their puny existences! Expendable, that's what they are, and they really, truly, do not realise it. They get all this lovely, lovely press, though in a few years, they'll be nothing but names on a blacklist, their true legacies remaining only in the minds of the workers they helped abuse!