I heard about this when I was running errands yesterday.
It seems that the Hostess – producers of iconic products – has now gone completely bust because, in negotiations with the company the baker’s union demanded too much.
I grew up in a town heavily dominated by unions and saw this happen again and again. Union bosses make demands that are too high. The company folds or moves. Thousands lose their jobs.
Mind you, I haven’t eaten anything made by Hostess for many years, but I am now angry that I can’t. I am also angry that so many have lost their jobs.
18,000 jobs lost. “Merry Christmas! Here’s your pink slip.”
But that won’t be all. All the people who surrounding the company, such as those who supplied the flour, drove the trucks to deliver the flour, etc., will take a hit as well. These labor disasters have wider consequences.
This doesn’t sound like “creative destruction” to me.
It could be that some other company will buy the brands and produce them, but in the meantime, there is a hole in the shelves being filled with pink-slips.
At the grocery store I saw that the shelves, which I invariably avoid, where the Hostess stuff is usually found, and by me ignored, was entirely cleaned out except for two lone packs of cupcakes (photo above). It gave me the creeps.
I am searching for some sort of allegorical TEOTWAWKI meaning to all this. Perhaps you readers can help me. First, we have iconic products which we take for granted. The company did not adapt properly to the changing circumstances. The unions, playing the selfish card, kills the goose, as it were. The shelves are cleared out. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there should be zombies involved in this vision.
I wish now that I had Twinkies in my bug-out-bag. They have a half-life of about 200 years and I could trade them for ammo.