The crisis is huger than all of us. The levee’s going to break.

What levee?

The spiritual levee. We’re all fucked, even Organisational Management.

Are you sure?

You can’t manage your way out of disaster. You can’t organise the End.

 

Hannibal, in a hatred-of-Organisational-Management trance. In a horror-of-Organisational Management trance.

Clicking fingers in front of his face. Wake up! Snap out of it!

 

These unbearable people. These stifling people. These death-on-two-legs people. These death-wielders. These purveyors of nonsense.

Do they believe their own lives? Do they even know they’re lying?

 

Tell me we’re not going to be like them. Tell me we’re not going to be brainwashed.

I can feel my brain going. Like, I want to obey. I want to go over to their side. Wouldn’t it be easy?

 

Don’t be weak. Don’t give in. Don’t yield. They’re trying to get into your head. They’re trying to make your feel weak, feel wrong. Like you’re some kind of aberration. They know all the techniques of menticide. They’ve studied all the behavioural psychology techniques. They know what they’re doing.

 

We call ourselves mediocre, but these people …

This isn’t just mediocrity. This is intelligent mediocrity. This is able mediocrity. They’re recruited because they actually believe in this stuff.

Frightening.

Surely they’re not human. Surely they’re reptilian, or whatever.

They are human, which is the true horror. 

I don't believe it. This is an alien takeover. This a demonic infestation. I wouldn’t be surprised to see them levitate …

 

Something is wrong here. Desperately wrong.

What's wrong is that there's nothing wrong. That this is how it is now.