you’re going to get what you deserve…

instructionhow often is this specious sentiment of the worker expressed:

“lo, if I were only able to do what i love…

silly worker, love is for nits. in all seriousness, most laborers and dole-dwellers are doing exactly what they love…biting the pillow as a bottom. as any animal kingdom documentary will show, there is always an alpha amongst the group, merciless kicking the shit out of every omega in sight when he or she isn’t fucking the living daylights out of an unwilling partner; does anyone in the pack leave this hostile and oppressive environment of the great leader? hell no! while some may postulate protection, cohesion, instinct and other such nonsense as the reason for continuing in such a poor, nasty, brutish and short life, it is painfully clear that there is a teleology in the biology where one finds happiness in slavery. what better social contract could there be than “i’ll beat the shit out of you and you’ll be happy for it?”

as perfectly natural as it is for the loyal slave to pine for the lash, it is equally natural for the dominated to wistfully sing to oneself “if i were king of the jungle!”, after all is there any purpose at all to enjoying leisure besides distraction? alas too often it seems that singing to oneself becomes mutterings under the breath and quickly all begin to wonder “why you are talking to yourself?”, especially since happiness is assured when a good beating is the cure, just as long as you don’t change your tune to “if i only had a brain?”

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