Once upon a time, in a world not entirely unlike our own, though perhaps with a little more absurdity baked in, there was a grand theater of manufacturers who treated the whole business of making things like a cosmic joke at the expense of the human body. Imagine a place where the alchemists of junk…
Job Crafting
Life’s a big cosmic carnival and your job is just one of the funhouse mirrors in it. And if you’re not tweaking that mirror to show you the reflection you want, you’re just standing around waiting for someone else to paint your face like a clown. Job crafting, my friend, is basically saying, “Hey, I’m…
Policy Based on Pain
The moment serving turns into punishing, the game’s over. If your plan requires injury and making life worse so people beg for your solution, that’s leverage and a terrorist shakedown, not leadership. Calmly describing pain as a way to push through policy is just a deranged psychopath’s pragmatism. Well, at least you know your candidate…
Garbage Time
People talk about “garbage time” in basketball. The last couple minutes of a blowout, where the starters are sitting on the bench with warm towels, and the coach is sending in guys whose mothers don’t even recognize them on the court. And the points don’t matter. The game’s already decided. It’s not history, it’s bookkeeping….
Redundancy is Social Cancer
Redundancy explains everything. The office, once humming with the dull inertia of half-hearted ambition, is revealed for what it always was: a holding pen for the unnecessary. Middle management, strategy liaisons, communications coordinators – titles as hollow as the souls they housed. These were not roles created out of need, but out of fear: fear…
Replacing Managers and Executives with AI
These “essential” tasks of tracking steps in project progress, checking prerequisites, and scheduling meetings are as creative as peeling potatoes. Any monkey could do it, but why waste a perfectly good monkey? Let AI handle it.
AI Résumé Slop
Once upon a not-so-distant Tuesday, humanity stumbled into a paradox of its own making, like a dog chasing its tail until the tail finally stood up, barked back, and demanded a performance review. It began, as these things do, with good intentions and quarterly objectives. Someone, somewhere, decided that humans were simply too messy, too…
Being British Isn’t About Citizenship or Values
Oh, here we go again! Another well-meaning bureaucrat telling us that being British is a bit like signing up for a Tesco Clubcard – you just fill in some forms, and poof! You’re as British as fish and chips in the rain. Well, let me tell you something, my friend: being British isn’t a bit…
Wrath and Rage
Some people go to work every day, and they just let it all slide. The backstabbing, the incompetence, the guy in accounting who somehow doesn’t know how to use Excel despite working in accounting. None of it fazes them. They walk through the foul mistreatment of a workplace like they’re strolling through a light drizzle—annoying?…
Skin-walkers
The town was not real. The people were not real. The arguments were not real. And yet they walked, and they talked, and they filled the air with the sound of living. They had built it well. At first, there was nothing but silence. Then came the voices. Carefully arranged, meticulously deployed, sock puppets stepping…
Post-Woke
Recent revelations have illuminated a disconcerting reality: the narratives that have long underpinned the modern left are not the organic manifestations of grassroots movements, but rather, the carefully constructed illusions of a well-oiled propaganda infrastructure funded by billions of tax dollars, effectively making the public pay for smoke and mirrors. Everything has been a lie….
An End To Astroturf
People keep talking about “the good old days” – that magical time when every institution was supposedly aboveboard, every politician was a man of the people, and the news was a shining beacon of truth hand-delivered by a haloed anchorman. As if Walter Cronkite was broadcasting straight from the right hand of God, free from…