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Nancy’s Collective Master
The Gods of Economic Death and One Woman’s Criminalized Workspace
© 2016 James LaFond
MAY/10/16
Last week, a female employee of the largest private employer in Maryland was laid off. It was not a huge tragedy for her financially, as she already qualified for her pension plan and was being given two month’s severance pay. What was chilling was how this was done by a new age organization that publicly censured one of its brightest stars for speaking his mind in a politically incorrect manner. This is important to discuss, because political correctness is a symptom of extreme societal orthodoxy.
For most of my life extremism and aggression have been symptomatic of outlying groups and the counter culture. But we are now in a position where the largest mass of people ever to inhabit this continent—the vile, Baby Boomer, chronological contagion—are in ethical lockstep with those in power. Those of us with an opinion are now fortunate enough to experience the life of a reluctant 17th century Puritan Congregationalist, of an artist under the Spanish Inquisition, of a militant prophet in Herod’s ancient client kingdom.
It is now standard practice in most large corporations to treat every terminated employee as a terrorist or criminal. I have interviewed numerous security operatives who have escorted laid off employees as if they were criminals. I was once implored by my employer to only terminate an employee with armed goons by my side, and declined, though they felt so strongly about bringing the hammer of economic death down as hard as possible on the soon to be homeless victim of our judgment that this caused an irreparable rift between them and I. I managed a location that hired men out of prisons and off the street. When I fired a man, he was as good as homeless. And I had the misplaced morality to take this into consideration when severing employment with a staff member.
So, last week, when Nancy was informed about her layoff, being released with no blemish on her employment record, but simply because her position had been eliminated, how did the “Human Resources Department” of one of America’s most respected institutions, which has had state-of-the-art facilities built by both Billionaire Manhattan Jews and Saudi princes, handle her release?
The manager informed her and another coworker that this was regarded as touchy business because she was so popular among the other staff and morale was thought to be in danger if she was seen crying. Nancy was invited into a back office, near a little-used exit into the surrounding criminally-infested urban sector that this gleaming pillar of capitalism is nestled in. Once told that she was being laid off, and informed that the decision took effect immediately [It is now uncommon for an employer to permit an employee to stay and finish their traditional two weeks when they “give notice” of their resignation, but to have that employee treated as a traitor.] Nancy was not permitted to return to her desk for her belongings—not even her purse, her wallet, her identification—but was forced out of a side exit by the manager, who at least had the decency not to employ security goons for this, tough she could have used one for an escort!
Be warned, reluctant Hive members, that whatever large entity you work for, when the time comes to pass a sentence of economic death or dismemberment upon you, expect no better.
The feminist Hive is buzzing. Nancy’s master’s hive was not to be disturbed by a weeping worker bee with a perfect work record suffering the ultimate rejection in our materialistic society. Nancy was literally cast adrift without proof of who she was, in a world where not having your slave pass on you is grounds for temporary incarceration with violent felons. She had fortunately thought to bring her phone with her, so was able to call for assistance. However, if she had not been able, or did not have, an available family member to come and get her, she would have been walking through the ghetto, an aging, discarded paleface wench whose collective, corporate master was done with her.
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bernie Hackett     May 10, 2016

Jim:

Human resources is an oxymoron.

Back in the old days (cackle) when Unka Bernie had hair and expectations, the in'surance company I was working for had ONE guy in Personnel, and he had a secretary. He handled the whole three states of our region, and he did it well.

Over the years I've seen the bozos expand, and assume power beyond their wildest dreams! Of course, they are terrified of things like violence, perceived sexual harrassment, and diversity making them actually think. Or work. Lots of processes, and programs megaphoning the latest narrative. With tests to measure indoctrination.

My last gig was with an outfit that was mostly wimmin. Lots of drama, and backstabbing and jockeying for position, invariably coupled with incompetence and outright stupidity.

I had to watch what I said, lest the Gestapo operatives would run shrieking to the rest of their coven. Some of them made a career out of that.

Gotta love the hivemind.

Surprisingly, I don't miss it a-tall.
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