July 2012
My boss is a subhuman monster who should be tortured and killed in the most gruesome ways imaginable. Flaying, fire, iron maiden– pruning shears nipping piecemeal at the genitals. Acid. Wild dogs. Ants– fire ants, molasses. Death by a canoe full of flies, like they had in ancient Greece. Maybe psychologically broken first. Call him fat or something. Then physically tortured. Then killed in a slow agonizing manner. Then the corpse defiled, slashed almost but not quite beyond what is recognizable, and paraded in front of his family and whatever true friends he has, if any. Then the family should also be killed. Anyone sharing any genetic connection to this cruel and petty demon should be purged from the earth, maybe three or four generations back. Incinerate the corpses, crush the bones, launch the remnants in small packets into deep space lest they reform into this thing again. This thing that looks like a person but knows only hurt and selfishness. This weird being, animate, but without a soul. Without empathy. Torture and kill him and play his screams over the PA system in schools, as a warning. This is what happens when you are like this man.
I am ashamed to be made out of the same elements as this man. The same chemicals. I cannot believe that the merest trifle of genetic difference accounts for the difference between me… admittedly flawed, but still equipped with basic compassion and self awareness… and him… it. Psychotically mean spirited and monomaniacal, dumb as a post when trying to communicate basic concepts but preternaturally cunning when it comes to advancing himself at the expense of others, at fucking people over… willfully forgetful of anything that might help anyone else but a savant at cataloging the tiny and meaningless ways you may have fucked up like the Shas Pollak of being a dick. Please Lord, please, if you are real, please strike him down.
If I were one hairsbreadth more psychologically damaged, he would be dead. I’d have set him afire, years ago; would be happily reading Proust in a cell instead of feeling hollow and empty and sad all at once, instead of having been belittled, snapped at… I mean, maybe they belittle and snap at you in prison but at least there you can kill the guy.
It’s because he was bullied, you know. As a a kid. He was bullied and grew up to be a cruel bully, and cowardly in the way bullies are. Sniveling. Bullied, and then it becomes one of those things like vampirism where the victim goes on to victimize others. Like kids who were molested. If he ever has kids, please let them be molested.
God, I want to fucking cry. I am a thirty six year old man and I want to fucking cry over a two second interaction with a person whom I could easily beat within an inch of his life.
delicioustacos 
Damn. Haha, but still damn.
you ever heard of the neo-neanderthal theory? Apparently certain people have 1-4% of Neanderthal DNA from back when homo-sapiens mated (raped) neanderthal hotties several thousand years ago.
Anyway the theory goes that neanderthals were kinder, more creative, introverted, and intelligent than homo-spaiens who are cruel, mean, warlike, and dumb. I like this theory as it explains the few random good people I meet.
Genes are everything. I often look around at the lumpenproletariat of America and scratch my head at the science that I am supposed to be related to them.
Amen brother. I like this new unemployed phase of yours. I’m getting a lot of good emotions pouring out of you. Just let it out man, let it out.
Man, how can this sort of person be so commonplace on earth? At my last job, there were three of him, directly and indirectly above me, at one point
I’ve given this a lot of thought over the years, and what it boils down to is this: there are two types of people, workers, and the people who watch the workers. Most of humanity is workers, including the dumbest and the smartest. Management is what is left. Good managers are not necessarily good people, and vice versa.
you left out owners.
there’s three types:
owners (own capital, land, IP, etc.)
managers (watchers)
workers (perform tasks)
owners can own a company filled with managers and workers. or, an owner can just be some artist who makes and sells his own paintings, in which case, he would play all three roles. his products can earn him a living on a per-item basis, or via royalties. the typical worker aims to rise to the level of management, whereby his “work” is easier and less strenuous. the ideal position for a man entering age 40-55+ is somewhere in middle management. if he’s lucky he retires comfortably without getting pinkslipped in some economic downturn.
even CEOs are not usually the owner(s), he/she is just the manager at the top. CEOs can be fired or asked to step down if they fuck up. but because they are high up at top, they won’t be financially ruined thereafter.