Corporate Slavery - Chapter 4

Hail the Saviour

Levanticus is unstoppable! The bosses are panicking! The fat cats are terrified! The slavemasters' hands are shaking! The same hands that yield the whip. The same hands that stifle your every move, that pinion you to the wall of servitude and manacle you to the chains of slavery!

'Long Live Levanticus!', shout the hordes. The walls of the penthouses, the villas, the presidential palaces and the hearts of countless kept men and women reverberate to the sound. The sound of freedom being joyfully bellowed out of a million throats. 'Hail the Saviour!', the army of light roars.

The slavemasters rush to form an army of their own to meet Levanticus. To defeat him. To destroy him. To exterminate this monstrosity that threatens the very foundations of their empires. Empires of decadence and debauchery built on foundations of slavery, servitude and serfdom.

After the initial confusion, their awkward corpulent bodies slow to respond, the slavemasters manage to assemble their minions and those of their serfs who, after years of servitude, know of no such thing as freedom.

The army of darkness marches to meet the army of light. The battleground will decide the fate of the world. Darkness or light. Slavery or Freedom. Hellfire or Heaven sent.

Viewpoint of an Ambitious Necrophiliac

If I wait by the battlefield until the fighting is done I'll have enough bodies to last me a lifetime! All I need is plenty of food and water and nirvana is mine for the taking! Oh and a screen to protect my modesty.

Viewpoint of a Confused Kleptomaniac

While they're away fighting I'll be free to steal to my heart's content. But will it be stealing if they're all dead?! And will my obsession be satiated if there is no risk of getting caught?!

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Viewpoint of a Self-Inflated Elitist Poet

This cleansing of riff-raff and those ignorant of the arts shall provide me with a rich easel upon which to sprinkle my words of poetic wisdom, sorrow and deluded sense of martyrdom. After that I can kill myself and become really famous!

Corporate Slavery - Chapter 3

Levanticus - The Saviour

Whispers reverberate around the hallways.

Hopeful and restless energy is seeping through the cubicle walls.

Rumours abound! There is a hero fighting for the masses!

His name is Levanticus and he will lead them to freedom.

It is said he has won several battles against the Slavemasters and burned down dozens of their temples with the golden arches. The temples that glorify, celebrate and perpetuate The System.

The System that dominates, controls, regulates, deprives and forbids us from our natural-born rights and freedoms.

It is said he wears a gleaming white robe and has a face that shines with goodness!

Also, that he is well endowed and has a terrific sense of humour.

Volunteers are escaping and joining up to his cause in the hundreds and thousands. They will form an army and assemble on the battle field. They will fight the minions of corporate slavery and their masters and they will win!

Long live Levanticus!! Hail the Saviour!!

Viewpoint of an Exasperated Alien:

Increasing numbers of human life forms are breaking their established routine and assembling around a single human who seems to be radiating light. They are congregating from across the planet. This is agitating the elite classes; significant increase in communications and what seems to be the assembling of their own armed forces.

Viewpoint of George W. Bush:

"This Levapanahubbacupptoocus is obviously a terrorist and a god darn communist! Who else would want freedom and justice for the world's workers!!"

Viewpoint of Osama Bin Laden:

Levanticus is an infidel and is in league with the Crusaders, Zionists, Vegeterians and Dentists who are trying to destroy the Islamic nation. When I get out of this 20 metre under the ground bunker in the mountains of Afghanistan, I'm going to have somebody else kill him and a dozen or so innocent bystanders.

Corporate Slavery - Chapter 2

The Cubicle

Legs jammed against the underside of the desk.

Back squashed against the wall of the cell.

Eyes, sore and strained, from reading and typing Arial Font Size 10 for 5 hours straight.

Periodically hyperventillating as the latent claustrophobia kicks in and the 5-by-5 foot cubicle walls close in even tighter.

Sweat streaming down face and glasses fogging up as control is once again imposed.

Hell?

Hell is no longer a fiery abyss with rivers of flowing lava supervised by horned demons.

Hell is a field of enclosed spaces where 'employees' slave away their days, tucked away into cost efficient 'cells'. 'Cells' with walls too high to see over and with no doors - giving the false impression of freedom.

Hell is a pre-programmed schedule of movement and feeding times.

Hell is close-minded, opportunistic, power-hungry, control freaks controlling the life and destiny of the cORPORATE sLAVE.


Viewpoint of a Confused Alien:

Multicellular organism constantly scuttles back and forth within a confined space for a fixed period of time. After said period of time, organisms exit their respective 'cells' and migrate to another destination en masse whether they proceed to scuttle back and forth within a slightly larger confined space.

Viewpoint of Andy in Shawshank Prison:

I can see the light!! Almost there!! Oh shit....

After crawling through a mile of human faeces and urine Andy is confronted by a cold wet group of grim unimpressed and plain 'pissed off' state troopers who have just spent the last few hours searching for him.

Andy is then beaten to a pulp before being returned to the hole for a 3 month stretch.

Viewpoint of a Promoted Corporate Slave:

Out of the 5-by-5 cubicle and into the 10-by-10 cubicle. Two more steps in every direction. More hours spent in the cubicle to fulfill the extra responsibilities and justify the promotion. Less friends due to envy and jealousy. More stress due to added proximity to superiors.

Result? Shorter lifespan, increased odds of heart failure, divorce, family break-up, alcoloism and drug abuse.

Viewpoint of Fat Cat CEO:

I want you to fire 30% of our workforce; revenues have dipped 2% this year. Oh and by the way, I'll be excercising my stock options this month.

Viewpoint of George W:

"Who are our main constituents?"

"White, religious folk and rural dwellers sir"

"Lower the taxes for rich urban folks and find me another country to bomb the sh** out of"

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Corporate Slavery - Chapter 1

Another day in bondage. Another day in indentured servitude.

I'm just an insignificant, unmentioned and easily replaceable invisible digit on THEIR balance sheet.

Can you feel the collar chaffing against your neck or the chains rattling as you sneek a peak from the window looking out onto the rest of the IPO financed enslaved masses?

Career paths, pensions and bonuses - just another way to tighten the chains. Vacations, staff night outs and company barbecues - just another way to fool you into thinking THEY care.

Don't be fooled people - you're a tiny cog in a huge, uncaring, unfeeling machine and the brutal irony is that there's a whole warehouse full of tiny cogs ready and more than willing to take your place.

The warehouse of enslaved humanity, batteries to be drained dry in a Matrix-style simulation of normalacy.

Viewpoint of an Alien:

Multicellular organism spends approximately a third of it's lifespan in a fixed position opposite a box-like device, alternately movings its limbs and depressing little plungeable plates in a flat object. The rest of it's lifespan is spent in another location, fixed in front of a similar box-like device whilst occassionaly inserting solids and liquids into one of its openings.

Conclusion: Organism is a primitive life-form whose existence is dedicated to sedentary living and grazing. The species' premordial behaviour is highlighted by it's daily synchronized mass migration between two fixed locations.

Viewpoint of a disfunctional Rebel:

Frrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!!

Background: a field of bare bottoms pointed skyward.

Final Outcome: Rebel is eviscerated

Viewpoint of a Raging Bull:

Fumes exiting nostrils, head down, eying bulging with fury and indignation, horns pointed at the colourful fool waving the red flag. The bull will run him through and run on to freedom, the pretty field he grew up in and that cute cow with the bell around it's neck.

Final Outcome: The crowd enjoy succulent and freshly cooked bull burgers.


Viewpoint of Mr T

I pity the fool!!


Viewpoint of George W

We will bomb your sorry asses to freedom and d...d...d...democracy.


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