Without history, philosophy is meaningless; without philosophy, history is irrelevant. [The Ecolitan Operation - L. E. Modesitt, Jr.]
Somebody wrote: "Choose a job you love and you will never have to work another day in your life."
Isn't that like saying, choose world peace and you will never have to experience war in your life? You can choose world peace, sure. Just make sure you do all that is possible to get along with your neighbours, wherever they happen to be on the planet; help when you can and there you have it. Only problem is, do these neighbours want to get along with you? Do they reciprocate in kind? Or take advantage? Are they programmed to hate you because of who or what you are? Not so simple, you see, these choices.
Sure, you can choose a job you love, that's not difficult. But how do you navigate this wonderful job amongst the dead heads of topsy-turvy management that are only happy when they are messing with your life, controlling every aspect of it because only thus can they hide their lies, their cheating, their thefts; only then can they satisfy their sociopathic addictions to control just for the sake of controlling because they are dead inside?
I've worked for many decades at one job. It was, and remains, a job I truly like. For me, it doesn't get better. But if the time spent doing that job has taught anything at all, it's that getting to that job and actually doing it as it offers itself to be done, has been difficult and is becoming all but impossible. Enter micro-management, the New World Order's way, through the corporate bureaucracy, to put workers in an endless and impossible defensive position.
Daily now, I find myself fighting the stupids, the morons, the inflated egos, the ineptitude of the sharks desperately swimming murky waters in a shrinking pool of lunacy created by corporate mismanagement. I speak of the bureaucrats and plutocrats who, by virtue of being clueless about anything to do with what constitutes life, have but one claim to fame, that being the remarkable ability to make and accumulate debt in the trillions of dollars and all to be repaid, if at all, if ever, by those who did not incur the debt. These monkey minds are individuals who by using propaganda and lies made possible through control of communication technology and a prostituted media, have made themselves the virtual, if temporary, rulers of planet Dingbat, also known as planet Hurt.
And how did such ignorant people manage that? Through the brain numbing and polluting effects of global advertising; by causing the very same people they screw daily to worship them because of the power they claim to have. That their power is as transient and meaningless as the power of all megalomaniacs since the dawn of history is sadly not understood, or even glimpsed, by the sheeple who proudly fork out real money to buy and wear corporate slogans and name brands, unaware that all this accomplishes is advertise their own stupidity and ignorance of both, history and current events.
The days of jet-set, free-wheeling corporate execs with their sprawling global fiefs maintained by the worker slave market, are coming to a close and jobs such as mine are basically obsolete now. I know what the Matrix plans following the near-future staggering downfall of well-known financial institutions, brand-name corporations, and their centralized puppet governments world-wide, but I am not playing prophet today—not in the mood.
It's time for me to just sit back and let it happen. It suffices that I be aware of the coming events, having, shall we say, paid my dues through various social efforts to better this world in the past and having made peace with the results.
Besides, the Nexus is calling. The Universal Taxi's on its way and one cannot take any ideological baggage or other forms of attachments on that journey. And what awaits at the end of that journey? A job that I have already chosen and I know I am going to love doing. I also know that it too will have its detractors but at least now I know better than to have expectations.
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