(Tip o' the tinfoil hat to faithful reader CC) 
     In the interests of context, in case you haven't read the lead story on Yahoo:
    
 Tim Armstrong, All-American Boy and corporate sociopath CEO of AOL, 
announced to Wall Street (before telling his own people) that he was 
shrinking AOL/Patch from 900 to 600 websites. When this filtered down to
 the troops, morale, understandably, drooped like Bob Dole's cock before
 a naked Elizabeth Dole because that means a loss of jobs. So in some 
Hannibal Lecteresque simulacrum of empathy, Armstrong arranges a 
conference call to rally them. He begins by telling them that if they 
don't like the changes, they can get out.
    
 Two minutes later, he fired his Creative Director, Abel Lenz, for 
taking his picture, something he was known to do during executive 
conference calls. You can actually hear his termination 
right here, just after two minutes in.
     Wow, what 
pure, unadulterated executive scum, eh? I was surprised to hear AOL 
still exists. I thought that by now they would've been folded into a better, hotter 
website like Instagram or Twitpic or Rentboys.com or something with superior
 socially redeeming value. AOL is like the floppy discs or 8-tracks 
of online society, something clung to by Backstreet Boys and Limp Bizkit
 fanboys, something that should've and could've served as an object 
lesson to other future digital dinosaurs such as Myspace, Friendster and, hopefully,
 Facebook.
      In a perfect 
world, this arrogant, Neanderthal-looking executive cockbite will one day know his place the hard way, a world in which karma 
reigns with the irresistible supremacy of the divinely inevitable. But 
we live in a perfectly imperfect world and he'll lay off hundreds and 
when the ill-conceived AOL/Patch finally does go belly up, AOL's Executive Compensation Committee will give him a nice 
diamond-encrusted, platinum parachute for tanking the company and 
putting countless people out of work, starting with that poor bastard he
 shitcanned during a conference call ostensibly to rally the troops and 
raise morale, someone he fired like he was ordering coffee, just for 
doing his job.
     
Then again, if I was a lantern-jawed caveman like Tim Armstrong, I guess I wouldn't want my 
picture taken, either. May he die a slow, lingering death of cancer, 
preferably on January 16 (because it's my birthday).
     
I have a problem with corporate executives, in case you haven't guessed,
 especially multimillionaire sociopaths who aren't even aware of the 
very rudiments of management understood by anyone who ever ran a gas 
station kiosk, that you censure in private and praise in public. I'll 
never understand how two-legged sharks like this fuckstick clawed his 
way to the top of AOL's rotting heap but Armstrong's not the problem. 
Like lesions or dysentery, he's a mere symptom of the inevitable moral 
rot of Capitalism, an economic system that seems to dictate that, to 
attain the highest level of success, you must hurt many people along the
 way and not be bothered by it in the slightest. 
						 
					
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