The Frayed Edges

A rundown of recent events is appropriate.

+ Increasing work hours based on increasing increasing daily turnover targets. Does this seem as counterintuitive to you as it does to me?

+ Departure of previous Bait Supervisors precipitated appointment of current non-Bait Supervisor to the position. This particular Bait Supervisor-nominate doesn’t fish.

+ Notable selectivity of workers for better assignments. Favoritism, in other words, which is fine, but that based on personal links rather than professional reward.

+ Signs of chaos amongst managers and supervisors. Subtle use of words to separate the existing muckety-mucks from the two new brooms. All is not happy in Celebration.

+ Weird new appointment of under-manager to Bait Manager, thereby completing a troika of Two Bait Managers and One Bait Supervisor who have never fished, nor choose to.

+ Personal Snubs. The Store Manager continues to openly snub your humble correspondent. When I walk past and say: “Good morning” he fails to look up from his phone.

+ Last night I arrived for shift to a very odd and notably subdued atmosphere. It seems that our Token Flamboyant – a previously mentioned recipient of positive selection – had been ordered home. “Attitude” apparently.


Comedy, Tragedy, History

Shakespeare would have mined the rich lode of human foolishness on display at the Bait & Switch store.

The feudal hierarchy with which he was familiar is alive and thriving right here, in 2017, along with the same greed, sweat and misanthropy. If anything, the similarities are more precise than they might have been at any time since then, because the division between people – characters and tribes – is diamond clear. There’s no blurring of motive or outcomes here.

At the top are the owners of B&S Inc, the Kings. Every piece of gold is theirs, and any scraps they deign to toss away are bread and butter for the remaining 99%. One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

Speaking of which, there’s been a fair amount of trash talking during the week. Amongst we vassals, the division of labor is unequal and unequally paid. The favorites get more freedom to avoid the drudgery while we toilers do not. We must also not venture criticism of the lazoids, for voicing dissent is equivalent to revolution. Clearly, The Royals aren’t keen to inspire an Industrial Revolution; they’re fearful of a French Revolution.

And of course with the pressures of being a modern slave, such tensions are bound to overspill. The comic tragedy is that we’re at each other when we should really be fighting those who keep us down.

Between lie the managers, eunuchs who supplicate their masters whilst simultaneously fending off we rabble with their feet. Theirs is a precarious place in which the rewards – slightly greater than our own – must continually be balanced against the soul-killing job of being the buffer that keeps the Kings comfortable.

Delusion is rife in their ranks. The prevailing psychosis is that loyalty and honor will protect them from the God-given wrath of royalty, but it’s a false promise, for they can be replaced with Knights from another army at any time. And are.

Which is where we stand. The renaissance of 1500 has moved to the B&S gulag of 2000. Five hundred years of zero progress…just add cellphones.


In the middle of August, the summer of 2016, northern hemisphere edition.

  • Trump and Clinton are our choices for president, media want Hill.
  • US Fed debt at an all time high, $20,000,000,000,000.
  • Most big economy sovereign debt at or below zero.
  • Inflation non-existent.
  • PokemonGo occupies anyone under 30.
  • 94,000,000 people of working age NOT looking for/in work in US
  • Oil still under $45, US production steady.
  • Middle East still screwed based on Obama/Clinton/Kerry mess.
  • Obama pays $400,000,000 in CASH for hostages in Iran.

That’s all too depressing to continue.

Pommy Surprise

The shifting we feel is pieces of the crust of the earth grinding against each other a little. Not the real earth – it does this kind of thing all the time – but the earth of our minds, the abstract earth.

Again, we, the people out-witted the elites and the punditocracy. The UK wants out of the EU for the simplicity of freedom. The EU is about conformity and alignment, both of which are fine in their place, but not the way most of us want to describe them. We like our own ideas of doing what’s right and imposing our own personal alignments without imposition from above.

Freedom is a code-word for the ability to impose rules best suited to specific groups or regions. It’s one of the brilliant ideas behind the US constitution, that the states are paramount in recognition of the differences between them. It’s the single greatest failure of the EU that it seeks to force Greece to be like Germany, or Italy like Poland. Let’s examine for a moment just how that’s working.

I think what most of the left misses in this is that chaos is a good thing. A little of it that is, not because it is inherently good of itself, but because of the way imagination and spirit are by-products.

States should be reflections of their people. People expressing themselves en masse works up to a point, and that point should determine the maximum extent of both state power and the size of that state. Somewhere between one world order and each individual lies a sweet-spot of community, and it seems that the British want to express an idea of a smaller community than their political class fetishizes.

In the end it becomes a tribal decision. Tribes can be big, and they can be small; they can be inclusive or warlike; they can disband or rise in strength. What all tribes need is agreement on who is in and who is out of the tribe for now and the foreseeable future. Failing to act on breaches of tribal boundaries will irrevocably change that tribe, the outcome of which is sometimes clear, and sometimes not. We shall see.