Working For The Empire

I’ve worked for many Empires over the years; that is, large global/semi-global firms whose sole purpose is to expand. I’ve worked in a few different fields, in a few different capacities. Empire’s are interesting beasts. Expansion is key for the Empire, not quality, expansion. We work believing that as the Empire grows, we too will grow. We too enjoy the spoils. But we don’t. We stay where we are. Where we have always been. And where we will always be.

Superiors
Of course personal growth is possible, but it is problematic. The Empire creates an artificial class system, a hierarchy, and workers are expected to honour that class system, respect that hierarchy. Because to grow means to overtake your superior, or to make the superior feel less superior. Superiors don’t like that, that’s why they’re superior. A superior has status anxiety, so if they’re not superior, they are anxious. They don’t want to be anxious, they want to be superior, that’s why they’re superior. So, if they see a threat to their superiority, they’ll do what they can to block it, or, to create ways to make themselves appear important/superior. Plus, if you overtake your superior, it means you’re entitled to more of the Empires money. And if you get more money, it means the Empire compromises its bottom line. This affects expansion. Expansion is key. We can’t have more money, because the Empire is expanding. Expansion needs money. You are the bottom line. It’s better if you just stay in your place, it’s easier that way. It’s much easier to just keep the same superiors, because after all, they are just doing what the Empire asks, they’re just continuing an established thought, so why go to the trouble of changing them? The superiors are rewarded handsomely for their loyalty to the Empire, like rewarding a dog with a juicy bone. At the end of the year when the bonus bones are divided, the guard dogs (superiors) get more. Not for their leadership, not for their insight, but for their ability to keep the regular dogs in line. To keep salaries low. The more you do what I say, dog, the more you keep my house in order, the more bones we’ll throw you.

Dogs, Foxes & Pigs
Sometimes regular dogs do manage to get some more bones, some scraps, but they had to fight dirty for them. To succeed, to achieve personal growth, the regime requires dogs to fight dirty; barking, biting, kissing another dogs arse, licking its balls. Most of the time though, trying to play the game this way, just results in you shitting on your own doorstep, with no one to clean it up. Unless you’re a fox, more specifically, a female fox. Female foxes have an edge over the dogs, because a guard dog will salivate over an attractive fox. If a guard dog sniffs the chance to have his balls licked by a fox, instead of a mere fellow dog, he’ll jump at the chance. It doesn’t matter if the guard dog has a partner; after all, she’s just a bitch. His little tail will wag around the fox, he’ll salivate, he’ll pant, all in the hope he’ll get his balls licked by a fox. It is a pathetic, shameful sight to see this. This is the only time a guard dog will break with the established thought of the regime, and begin to think for himself, when he sniffs the chance of mating with a fox. He’ll try and make things better for the fox. Technically though, he’s still not thinking for himself, he’s thinking for his balls. With his balls, on behalf of his penis. A guard dog never actually thinks for himself, he just shows loyalty to his owner. The more the guard dog thinks with his balls, something truly amazing happens; he gradually metamorphoses into a pig, until he becomes a pig. The thing about pigs though, they stink. You can hose them down, you can dress them up, you can call them Sir Pig, but they are dirty by nature, so they’ll always stink. The pigs bitch and kids eventually start to smell the stench, but they don’t quite know what it is. They just know it doesn’t smell right. They may even start to think it is themselves that stinks. So in the end they just cover their nose when the pig is around, ignorance is bliss. Likewise the dogs in the regime, it’s just easier not to think.

The First Rule of the Empire
You enter a regime, you enter a movement, thinking this is great; this is where I want to be. Then, the longer you’re there, the more you realise the movement has holes. The movement is contradictory. It’s hypocritical. The movement exists for itself. It is corrupt. It proclaims this. But in reality is that. Just listen to how the dogs bark about the movement when the cameras are off. Pure vitriol. But only when the cameras are off. So eventually, you walk. Before you go, remember the number one rule of the Empire: everyone, absolutely everyone, is free to do as they wish, just as their actions do not conflict with those of the Empire. Your interests must not conflict their interests. Afterall, we’re all just dogs, and dogs must be forever, eternally, everlastingly… loyal to their owner.