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"After all, it's our productivity that makes those tax dollars that are spent in foreign lands forcing democracy down the throats of people who don't want your fucking freedom. It's what you're dying for right?"
Isis was startled by this internal dialogue which had seemed to come from nowhere – but it was fully formed and inserted directly into his head. And he was embarrassed when he noticed the office herd staring at him, a gawping frenzy of banal water buffaloes - what a complete wanker he must look?
He calmed himself by remembering the hire and fire policy he had been given by Crinky Bollocks (CEO) the other day - he recalled the International Asshole Systems creed spouted from the sneering lips of Dickhead (CIO) and Crinky bollocks (CEO) whenever faced with constructive criticism, "We are NOT a democracy" and "if you don't like it then you can leave!".
Isis felt a presence within him. It spoke without words, "Sure leave to fen for yourself without medical insurance, without revenue, without credit, whilst they stash their disproportionately 'hard' earned income into the royal banco de rabido".
The voice echoed in his head. "Yes, they wave this phony flag of choice in the land of the brave and free, the United Snakes of America."
"Who was that and how does he get inside my thoughts?" – thought Isis.
The voice continued......
"The controllers have created an illusion of need. And we have fallen for it hook line and sinker."
"Like the managed health care SCAM – those pariahs – the pharmaceutical companies, the medical insurance companies and their executioners - the DOCTORS of DEATH – those who are sworn into the medicine hat golf club with a hypocrisy oath. Their motto is "Bleed them Dry, Bleed them Dry".
"They can only ply their trade if they have a steady supply of 'sick' and dying people – i.e. you and me, the more broken and sick people they have, the more profit they make giving you the runaround disguised as tests, diagnostics, re-tests, guess-work, then finally they flip a coin and prescribe a drug - whilst in their mind's eye they are anticipating that free blow job as they lie inebriated in their pharmaceutical holiday haven, Disney Druggie-land Inc; with all expenses paid care of DRUGSRU.com."
Short story by Firehawk
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Written on 2005-12-10 at 22:16
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A Day at the Orifice - Tranche Four
The voice droned on......"And what makes it even worse is these paragons of success are not more intelligent, creative, innovative or insightful but 'au contraire' the more rich, important, 'higher-up' on the 'ladder' they seem to be the more STUPID they are, REALLY STUPID, it is the people who work for them who always have the flair and insight"."After all, it's our productivity that makes those tax dollars that are spent in foreign lands forcing democracy down the throats of people who don't want your fucking freedom. It's what you're dying for right?"
Isis was startled by this internal dialogue which had seemed to come from nowhere – but it was fully formed and inserted directly into his head. And he was embarrassed when he noticed the office herd staring at him, a gawping frenzy of banal water buffaloes - what a complete wanker he must look?
He calmed himself by remembering the hire and fire policy he had been given by Crinky Bollocks (CEO) the other day - he recalled the International Asshole Systems creed spouted from the sneering lips of Dickhead (CIO) and Crinky bollocks (CEO) whenever faced with constructive criticism, "We are NOT a democracy" and "if you don't like it then you can leave!".
Isis felt a presence within him. It spoke without words, "Sure leave to fen for yourself without medical insurance, without revenue, without credit, whilst they stash their disproportionately 'hard' earned income into the royal banco de rabido".
The voice echoed in his head. "Yes, they wave this phony flag of choice in the land of the brave and free, the United Snakes of America."
"Who was that and how does he get inside my thoughts?" – thought Isis.
The voice continued......
"The controllers have created an illusion of need. And we have fallen for it hook line and sinker."
"Like the managed health care SCAM – those pariahs – the pharmaceutical companies, the medical insurance companies and their executioners - the DOCTORS of DEATH – those who are sworn into the medicine hat golf club with a hypocrisy oath. Their motto is "Bleed them Dry, Bleed them Dry".
"They can only ply their trade if they have a steady supply of 'sick' and dying people – i.e. you and me, the more broken and sick people they have, the more profit they make giving you the runaround disguised as tests, diagnostics, re-tests, guess-work, then finally they flip a coin and prescribe a drug - whilst in their mind's eye they are anticipating that free blow job as they lie inebriated in their pharmaceutical holiday haven, Disney Druggie-land Inc; with all expenses paid care of DRUGSRU.com."
Short story by Firehawk
Read 941 times
Written on 2005-12-10 at 22:16
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