How the Corporate State and Your Cheating Boyfriend are, in fact, One and the Same

(Originally Posted October 7, 2011)

First off, let me give this disclaimer: I've worked in corporations and have been a cheating boyfriend, as well (but not like this one) . . . so glass houses and stones and that whole speech. However, I feel as if my metaphor is kind of a rockn good one and so, to make a point, I intend to use it.

It all starts off so well. He's going to make your life better. Your welfare and happiness really matters to him and he would never do anything to harm you. He's totally on the same page with you but then, after awhile, you notice "things".

He doesn't really answer your calls when you need him; only when it's convenient for him. But if he wants something, he's totally in your face, almost demanding that you do what he wants.

Of course, when you call him on it, he's sorry or gives some lame I can't be there all the time speech or, worst case scenario, denies you even have a right to have an issue with him. Then you notice that he spends money on elaborate gifts -- but doesn't tip the waitress or bitches that the candy bar is 65 cents when it was only 59 cents yesterday at Walmart.

How come we don't just get everything at Walmart? If we save 6 cents on every item, over the year we could buy a new Buick. Stuff like that -- he is totally schizophrenic with money.

He's also kind of a snob. He doesn't vibe with that black girl in your office and says "stuff" -- racist stuff; but he makes it out like it's all a joke -- he doesn't really "mean" it. "I mean, hey, what the fuck -- can't you take a JOKE?"

Sometimes, you think he's got the eye out for somebody else. You notice that as soon as one of your friends breaks up, he's all over how he can connect with her. You think he's trying to have a threesome with "everybody" but he denies it, says "it's all you baby. Always always always!!"

He's messy, too. He doesn't care if he leaves garbage on the floor or pees in the pool. He says that it's more convenient for him to just toss stuff wherever he's at -- he promises he'll clean it up later -- and really, it's not like he pees in the pool everyday . . . ok, so it does have a "liitle odor". WTF . . . "does it REALLY fucking matter?"

It gets old, after awhile. He promises to do better and whenever you call him on his shit, he turns it around and makes out that you're being silly or, if that doesn't work, he gets all defensive and just tries to belittle you and wear you down until, finally, you just cave and give in.

This goes on for a couple of years. You want to leave, but he buys groceries and he has a NICE car -- your car is a an 82 Yugo and well, it is not the most RELIABLE transportation but then, one day, you wake up and realize what you've felt all along but couldn't really put in to words.

He's abusing you -- psychologically and verbally, he's abusing you. You worry for awhile -- thinking about what would happen if you had to pay the electric bill yourself or if you needed to get somewhere and the Yugo wouldn't run.

It's frightening. And, of course, he TELLS you over and over that you're NOTHING without him. YOU'RE NOTHING . . . without him.

Finally, though, one day you just reach that point where you say, even if I have to walk and use candles, anything beats this. You're not sure what you want or who you want or even what you're going to do. But YOU KNOW you're not doing this any more. NOT ONE MORE DAY.

THIS is the scenario driving "Occupy Wall Street". They may not have a pretty little list but they know they're being abused and no matter what it may cost, they want to be open to something or somebody BETTER.

Revolujah !!!