A Correct Decision and Celebratory Beers

How do I decide to end a 22 year stellar career in my chosen field.  Well simply put when the color of your new supervisor’s nose is brown from the colon of his immediate supervisor above the health of God, country, common law, the Magna Carter, normal human decency and rational common sense I might decide that such an endeavor is not sustainable.  I say “SUSTAINABLE” because “SUSTAINABLE” is in fact the newest of business Orwellian buzzwords.

The options presented to me are to accept an “early””retirement” package, a buy out and promisory note of me not writing the next Naomi Klein Destructive Capitalist Assholianism or business case study of Satan in current Murikan business practices.  Hell,,, I might say fuck em and write it anyway cause being unemployed  and looking for that ultimate bridge abutment to live under there is not much I have that they could sue me for.

Ravings of a delusional paranoid?  Hardly.  I have three patents and two trade secrets.  You buy the results of my research.  The results of my research save money and energy so they are green.  Problem is they can hire nine “Chinks” for one of me.  Yeah, I do disparage the delusional Kumbaya “left”  and their political correctness by uttering the world “Chink” even while I think about how I can help my Chinese collegue get her project done in my off time, in my remaining days in a company I have come to loathe and see as a Kingpin in the Illuminati Plan to Destroy America.  How ironic is that.

“Chink” here in the derogaroty sense has to apply to the RED Chinese government and not the billions of oppressed people residing in that part of the world known as China and the financial houses of the entire western world which have financed their Gold Rush industrial age.  The seventy year old women who applied to protest the taking of their homes for the scam of the bread and circus Beijing Olympics.  Watched zero minutes of that BTW.  Principles to uphold don’t you know.

The wonders of fall, bugs go away, time on my hands and the opportunity to practice Apocalyptic horse riding skills.  I did say He was bonding with me lately and giving me much less shit right.  Let us all know if the stormtroopers show up in your neck of the woods, Okay.

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It is the reward of society for your grandchild’s years of service to the fuckwads of the Illuminati.  How is that “sustainable”.

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  1. And bless you all.

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