Preface
I’m not sure what to do with this. I got up early, sat down, and started typing like an robot possessed by a demon. Everything seemed to come together.
One result is clear: I will never work for a company again. Companies look at the blogs of prospective employees, and this posting will automatically eliminate me. Not that that was a likely probability, at 72 years of age—but if I were back in the States, I wouldn’t have much choice, lots of senior citizens back there are working for minimum wages in drug stores and the like.
I will post it and wait for the usual response, which will be: nothing.
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This combination is killing America. It makes us fail, and makes us incapable of anything else. At one time this situation would have been unacceptable, but now we don’t even notice, and could care less.
First of all, upper management, as we call it, is dysfunctional. They do nothing, but get paid everything. They get outrageous “compensation packages”—whether they perform or not, which they almost never do. And everyone knows this cannot be changed. Which brings us to the second half of the combination: the passive employees who accept this condition. Both are locked into a death spiral going straight to hell.
I have been describing our “workplace”, the place that sets the pattern for the rest of our lives: some kind of organization, usually a large organization, usually a corporation. These function as totalitarian organizations—the worse thing imaginable—but we have become used to it—at least consciously. Unconsciously, we are rebelling against it, and destroying it—without any consciousness of what is going on. We have become a destructive unconscious society, a nation of nobodies.
I am in shock myself, after writing this, I can’t believe what I just wrote—but I am certain it is true, and it is probably the heart of our problem: at heart, we don’t exist. We have lost the most important thing any group or person has: their being. We have lost ourselves and become part of an amorphous undifferentiated mass. And this mass is incapable of changing itself. How could it? It doesn’t exist.
This pattern also applies to our government, and its relationship to us. We passively wait for it to take care of us, while it is busy taking care of itself—and its friends, the rest of the power structure.
This brings up the subject of Power (with a capital P), and our relationship to it. The relationship is simple and familiar: it has everything, we have nothing. Instead, we have merged with it and identify with it. We no longer exist: the ultimate thrill of the totalitarian subject. We are back in the Middle Ages—except the church has become the business world, the center of our world—the provider of jobs, something previously unknown in the human world; the modern equivalent of slavery.