The Turd That Just Won't Flush

So it looks like they are getting ready to shut things down at my employer, the Bustling Tard Factory.

Most of the department was let go yesterday because the coked up tards in charge finally snorted through their last gram of Peruvian white and needed to sell some shit on EBay + cut payroll to make ends meet. These are the same Devry School of Business rejects that have helped take the stock from highs of near $40 a share to about .003 and that is if you are able to find a schizophrenic streetwalker that is willing to buy this crap. Most of the company’s treasure has long since been looted and things are pretty bleak. Sounds like fun for AnarchyX. Being the corporate cockroach that I am. (I said cock.. heehehee cock heeeh cock.) I cannot wait to see just how bad it gets as I play my survival game. I will stick it out purely to see just how bad it can get. I want to be there when the few remaining employees are playing out the crack head scene from Menace to Society. Please don’t fire me, come on man… “Hey I’ll suck yo dick!”.
I know what you are thinking. What the fuck is wrong with you Anarchy? Why are you finding this corporate abortion even remotely entertaining and why are you participating in it by staying there (until word of this blog entry reaches HQ)? Well to answer your question
1. I am a sick sick fuck. Really. Ask all of the hobos I have had to skin alive in my basement to finish that suit. (Can’t wait to wear it to interviews! And in my defense, Mrs Anarchy ran over the last two first.)
2. There is no greater lesson in life than spectacular shit flinging total complete failure. In addition, this is a front row seat folks. This company will exist only in grad school textbooks in the end as a tale in how to fuck up and destroy thousands of lives.
Anyway, I saw this coming so I am not surprised by it. (Ok folks how many times have I said we are fucked with a capital F. Next time listen to me. I may be crazy but I am in tune with things like this). You know the end is fucking nigh when you start hearing the following brain dead slogans echoing in meetings (for future reference)
1. They cannot shit can us. We are all they have left. Who will run the place?
2. Things are going to turn around. I hear the next product “Polished Turd 6.0” is going to print money.
3. We need to focus on our core competencies and outsource non-strategic operations.
4. We need to better align our expenses with revenue.
5. The boss just killed that Thai/child prostitute and he is out of coke.
6. I am important and responsible for projects that are scheduled all the way out through next year.

It is the “they won’t take me. It’s just my neighbors” shit that has me disturbed and losing sleep. This is a familiar theme in most countries that have experienced any form of mass genocide (Read Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery for a short fictional overview of the concept). In addition, this sheepish mindset is prevalent throughout corporations and the populace of this country. Wake the fuck up. They are coming for you too. This type of behavior is a trademark of fascism (corporate control of government, which includes privatization of the commons).

Flush……….