You can call me whatever names you like: “communist nostalgic”, old (-fashioned?), stubborn, difficult… I’ll leave the rest blank so you may fill-in the dots… with your false American accents: Get a life, maaeen! You can pretend you've never seen this post either, but then, hey, it doesn't really matter after all...
I’ve been meaning to say this for a very-very long time: I’ve had enough of all the cool & trendy fashion victims, the readers’ digest “educated” generations, the marketing or management newspeakers (sic!) the new-age play-station dimwit geeks, applauding the killing, done for real by their NATO bros – those brave peeping tom "fighters", sending the “drones of peace” to nuke the neoliberal corporatist globalization's collateral victims!...
I’m sick to my teeth pretending that I enjoy answering that utterly stupid Egg-on-Your-Face Book question: “What’s on your mind?” just to amuse a non-discerning, autistic and virtual community… I’m equally sick and tired of all the trainers’ reinvention of the wheel! I’m also sick of the religious zealots everywhere!
I can’t stand your serial soap-operas and this corporate entertainment where only the rich guys are winning – from football to Formula 1 and from Hollywood to the chorus of the media corporations – 'tis but the same old shit, repeating over and over again!
I’m fed up pretending that I’m like you, that I believe my own lies and that I’m no threat to anyone… that I admire your Machiavellianism, your chameleonic stances, your double standards, your cakes – both in your hang-ten hands and deep inside your bloated bellies… that I revere your guts for owning the printing presses of endless credit, for having so-so much “new money” and little else in terms of sense or decency…
I’m sick of the euphemisms describing the “upper-middle class”… my arse! Mere parvenus, dressed as transition winners, driving their 4X4 tractors with impunity – unable to pretend the slightest care, at least for the environment if not its traffic partners – showing off their newly acquired bimbos – one size fits all dyed blonde, short skirt and strident make-up – while flaunting their ill-acquired riches…
Just like the ever-growing gap separating this selfish, tiny minority from the rest of the world, isn’t it time to make it feel uncomfortable outside their bodyguard-protected green zones? Scared of not getting their flashy cars keyed? Scared of the wheel of history being turned back eventually? Scared of not being role-models any more? Scared that someone somewhere will tell the world:
This Emperor is naked!
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Hogan’s professional experience includes over 35 years in operations, service, sales & marketing, training, management development and asset management on both a single and multi-property basis, including service as Senior Vice President of Operations in a specialty medically oriented hotel brand for eight years.
Mu-a-ha-ha-ha! Excellent stuff! I'm utterly thrilled! Ty.
It only goes to show that I did strike some sort of chord, after all...
This is honest and I like it. It's funny how one's prose style improves and comtrivances disappear when one really means/feels something.
I understand and sympathise, but really there's no need to aspire to be like these pigs.
Here, Here! Excellent! You should try to get this published where it will reach a broader audience. These things need to be said, and from where they can be heard! And I'm not talking from the top of a mountain.
You're very kind, dear Sir, and I thank you again for your comment. Wish I could find someone in the mainstream media who would dare entertain such "dangerous" thoughts.
foarte tare!!
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