Welcome to Your Dictatorship

Not to get too Chomsky on you, but I’ve come to an interesting realization recently that I would like to share with you.

You spend 60% of your life in a dictatorship… in America.

For those poor souls out there that go to work in corporate America, some 100 million of you (I’ll make up whatever damn figure I want, thank you), you bow and scrape, yield up your free will, and slide right into your own private serfdom.

Let’s look at the structure of a corporation, shall we?

Do you anywhere see the room in this "business plan" for your thoughts on this decision? Do you see any room for improvisation? Do you see ANY decision that can be made by ANYone other than the CEO?

Of course not. It’s a dictatorship. They don’t WANT you to have any input.

Sure you can

"Shoot an idea up the pole."

"Send up smoke signals."

"Go through approved channels."

To get your idea heard.

But what are the chances it WILL get heard? What are the chances that you get to effect your daily life at all? What are the chances that you get any say in your life by climbing the fictitious ladder of success?

That’s all you are looking for by climbing.

A say in your goddamn life.

A say that you get to do what you want when you want to do it.

A say that you have a better, more well-thought out idea.

But people will say, "Hey you are a grunt. You don’t have all the necessary information… You don’t know the ‘whole picture,’ or you can’t ‘think outside the box’."

Is this the military? Are you on a need-to-know basis? Are you supposed to swallow orders whole and not engage your gag reflex when something is banging the backend of your throat?

Look at your life.

See if you have a "routine".

You get up when they say to be there on time to get to your cube while they sit in offices with natural light and make your decisions for you about what you are going to be doing that day while you squint at your computer screen and "hunker down" for work under the oppressive glare of fluorescent tube lighting and wonder why you need that St. John’s Wort, Praxal, Prozac, Ecstasy, LSD, THC, Alcohol to stay sane and not soul wrenchingly depressed…

Ask yourself this…

When was the last time I made a decision for myself that WAS NOT

when I took a shit, ate some crappy Sugary Confection (to give myself a "treat"), got a glass of water (to make up for the Sugary Confection), or took the ultimate risk of removing my shoes under my desk?

If the answer is "I can’t remember."

Fucking change.

If you aren’t brave enough to change…

Shoot yourself.

If you aren’t brave enough to shoot yourself…

Join a suicide pact and take as many of you motherfuckers that will go with you.

There is a bigger, better world out there not under the rule of major dictatorships.

You just have to start making decisions