backslappy handgliding


Here’s the thing, damn you, I refuse to be mollified and I can smell “being humored” like a fart in a car. I signed up for this, put my eggs in this wagon, because it was the one place left that still felt like a meritocracy – you know, the cream would rise, and the best work would lead to success. Instead, my sneaking suspicion has turned to an outright accusation: this shit is RIGGED, isn’t it?

That’s fine if it is. I’m not some shy begonia just off the yam truck; I’m more than happy to call a rake “a rake” and a hoe “a hoe” and play the game as directed. But if you are going through the motions, being the Grand Guignol in a kabuki theater to make it look like you’re covering the bases, then just fucking let me know.

You’ve no need to mollycoddle me – I’ve had the view from the cheap seats for too many years to lose my innocence. I have a pioneer’s expectations and descend from ancestors who kept extra coffins. But you are no longer permitted to waste my time. If I want humiliation, I’ll go back home and get it delivered straight, no chaser, in the warm bosom of friends and family.

0 thoughts on “backslappy handgliding

  1. Salem

    Three Questions.
    1. Did Andy Rooney descend from Mormon stock?
    2. That was brilliant, now WTF?
    3. Is it normal that I be turned on right now?

  2. caveman st clair

    So what I’m understanding here – correct me, if I’m wrong – is that you’re not givin’ me… any money… so now I’m left basically with nothin’, I’m… left with ZERO, in which, in which, what can I do with zero, you know? What can I… I can’t do ANYTHIN’ with it! I need to, this is my LIFE here we’re talking about! We’re not just talkin’ about, you know, somethin’ else, were talking about MY life, you know? And it’s forcing me to do somethin’ I don’t wanna do. To leave. To, to go out and just leave and go home and say, make a clean cut here and say “no way, Corky, you’re not puttin’ up with these people!” And I’ll tell you why I can’t put up with you people: because you’re BASTARD people! That’s what you are! You’re just bastard people! And I’m goin’ home and I’m gonna… I’m gonna BITE MY PILLOW, is what I’m gonna do!
    screw ’em

  3. CM

    Thank you, Hard Harry. And…nothing is completely a meritocracy, but there is a little meritocracy in everything and you will rise to the top eventually. You already have. Look around you. What do you see? You have achieved more than a lot of us have. Just build on it.


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