The irony that the simple-minded snitch fails to see is that he gains far less by selling out to the boss than if he tried to get his on his own or along with other workers. The snitch, like the boss kisser, suffers from a kind of self-hatred. To the snitch, workers ain t shit, and despite the fact that he or she is just collecting a pay check like everybody else, the snitch don t think that they themselves are the same type of trash as the rest of us. Joe D. Snitch ought to be a boss him damn self, so he believes, and if he can t be a real one just yet, then he ll be a fake one in the meantime. Actually, the above is just one variety of snitch.
People snitch for a bunch of reasons.
Then there is the mystery of the one who works but is not a worker, the one who works so hard because she is not aware that she is a worker. She believes that she is something higher than a worker. But there she is next to you working so dilligently, so intently at the same pile of shit that you methodically avoid. It is because she believes that she is a professional and that excellence at this task somehow ellevates her, that she devotes herself. Some of these types are just making a brief detour through the miseries of wage labor on their way to a cushy marriage or professional life.