In the Uninhabited Thoughts of Our Masters and Denizens

In my imperfect observations on social conduct in a corporate or general work setting, it has been interesting to remark with light annoyance how people who make the important decisions seem to regard over-stressed characters and personalities with curious high esteem. Subtle, quiet determination is interpreted as weak and not caring. Whereas biting ones fingers and talking with a frenetic pace while showing (or feigning) a false impression of hard work is interpreted as being a team player. You lay flat on your stomach (or back if you're a woman) and you are valued. We've all seen it first hand. Understated commentaries that go over the heads of the wooden boardroom - humourous or professional - is viewed with hostile suspicion. For this we apologize to all those who failed to meet the minimal requirements.

What of respect? That word that has lost all meaning over the last 15 years. Dubious figures of fame and popularity equate respect with dollars. Those who know less on how to earn and give respect often demand it most for themselves. The individual owes no one. But society owes them quite a bit for existing.

We see this in all sorts of social gatherings and setting. Sports is not immune -especially when we factor in cultural differences - and we see this in the entertainment world including politics. Most popular politicians and its civil servant apparatus of minions is nothing more than a collection of narcissistic jackals. It's not about the ideas but what idea will get them most votes. One is free in theory to intellectualize the political process with grand ideas. Alas, the system is in a special designed place that will chew up and spit out that thought. We want the loud talker. We want the one who has learned the fine art of bullshitting. Substance is the new Jack. Superficiality is the new King. There is no Queen. We aim to be abused and fooled.

There is a giant underclass of thoughtful individuals roaming the halls of our streets mute in its contemplation. For the ones with class, elegance and giant inner intellect rooted in integrity, move over. There is no place for your ilk, my friend.