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The sense you get when someone senior know is broadcast around the telescreens in Airstrip one reciting teh firm's mission, mantras or buzzwords, ehere you know there is someone from branding standing off camera with a rifle
{{a|mgmt|}}The sense you get when someone senior is being broadcast around the telescreens in Airstrip one, with a glazed expression reciting the firm’s mission, supporting its [[diversity and inclusion]] initiatives — you know, the ones that weren’t in place to prevent ''him'' getting to be chief personnel officer — ''that'' step-ladder he now kicks away —  where you know there is someone from branding standing off-camera with a rifle trained between his eyes. There’s an almost unbearably bathetic ironic tinge of sadness in his tone it is like he’s sending a message, to God, or the hereafter, or whoever it is that keeps cosmic account of karma and is noting the present [[Cognitive dissonance|dissonance]] for the purpose of future allocations — as if to say, “HELP I AM IMPRISONED HERE. THIS IS NOT MY IDEA THEY ARE MAKING ME SAY THIS.”
 
there's a beautifully ironic tinge of sadness in his tone
 
it's like he's sending a message  
 
 
HELP I AM IMPRISONED HERE


The revolution is coming, and the wall we will all be lined up against has a coat-peg with our name on it. We cannot escape this fate.
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*[[Goldstein]]
*[[Diversity and inclusion]]


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The sense you get when someone senior is being broadcast around the telescreens in Airstrip one, with a glazed expression reciting the firm’s mission, supporting its diversity and inclusion initiatives — you know, the ones that weren’t in place to prevent him getting to be chief personnel officer — that step-ladder he now kicks away — where you know there is someone from branding standing off-camera with a rifle trained between his eyes. There’s an almost unbearably bathetic ironic tinge of sadness in his tone — it is like he’s sending a message, to God, or the hereafter, or whoever it is that keeps cosmic account of karma and is noting the present dissonance for the purpose of future allocations — as if to say, “HELP I AM IMPRISONED HERE. THIS IS NOT MY IDEA THEY ARE MAKING ME SAY THIS.”

The revolution is coming, and the wall we will all be lined up against has a coat-peg with our name on it. We cannot escape this fate.

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