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Corporate Freeloaders – Just Turning A Buck & Being Frank

Posted in Rage Against The Machine with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2008 by Buck Frain

Corporate freeloading is at an all time high, it seems to me that the world is filled with two types of people: the poor who, despite my reasonably comfortable western existence, I consider myself one of; and the rich who, it seems, are all lying, shit-sucking, opportunist arseholes who should all be butchered like pigs.

 

I went for a job interview today, in a desperate effort to improve my life and find some greater level of contentment or even happiness. I realise that might gravely change the complexion of this blog but I’m happy to hazard that, call me selfish.

 

This was an interview for a real job, at a real company, with supposedly real people doing something that possibly might be challenging, interesting and not leave me with a musty residue of self-loathing I need to douse liberally with beer after every shift. I mean, wouldn’t it be great to go to work for people you like, doing something you believe in? That’d be fuckin’ brilliant! So, I was excited and a little nervous as I sat in a plush leather seat in the waiting room. The receptionist had been friendly in a disarmingly genuine way and I felt…at home…for a while.

 

A genial man I’ll call Frank, because that’s his name, greeted me and led me into a meeting room with a panel of four other executives all sat behind a large table at one end of which sat a video camera. Introductions, I sat, all very friendly, hmm…the camera watched silently. Frank handed me a piece of paper,

 

Would you mind filling this out? We’d like to video the interview for training purposes, it’s just a waiver.

 

I stared at the piece of paper for a little while. I was thrown, I wasn’t expecting this and I didn’t know how to react. I looked up at the panel and then back at the waiver. I couldn’t focus clearly with the panel scrutinizing me to read it properly but it said something to the effect that they would be able to use the video in-house pretty much as they saw fit and that I wouldn’t be making any cash out of it. Nah…it just didn’t sit right.

 

Hey look, um…I don’t really feel comfortable with this…

 

I indicated the camera and waiver.

 

That’s fine, that’s fine, let’s just get down to business.

 

I got the feeling it kinda wasn’t fine. I’d ear-marked myself as a trouble maker, I was definitely not a company man, I couldn’t be trusted to toe the line. The rest of the interview went smoothly, I guess, pleasant goodbyes, exit.

 

The further I got from the office, the angrier I got. What the steaming shit sandwich was that all about? In the old days they would get actors – not famous ones – to do corporate training videos, and they’d pay them with money – not much money. These cunts wanted me to provide them with training tools for free without even the guarantee of a job. What the fuck is that about? How much more disgustingly opportunistic could they be? Exploiting people who want jobs for company interviewer training materials. Was it a test? Was that part of the deal, if you don’t agree to be filmed we won’t even consider you for the position? And what the stapled pissflaps else were they going to use the video for? Maybe a mood lightener after lunch at boring seminars: And here’s some of the useless shit-sacks we DIDN”T hire this year! Was I to be part of an Idol-style montage of losers to entertain soulless obese executives. By this stage, I wasn’t just a bit narky about it, I was royally fucked off! I wanted to call that smarmy prick, Frank, and tell him:

 

Hey Frank, I’ve had a think about it and y’know what? You can use the video, that’s fine with me, on one condition. That you and the other members of your panel each eat a full teaspoon of my shit. How’s that sound, Frank? I’ll even bring the spoons! Ya fuckin’ CUNT! GET FUCKED!!!

 

I had the mobile in my hand. I had the number on my screen. I didn’t want their job any more so it wasn’t about not wanting to burn bridges, I just realised that Frank wouldn’t get it. The Franks of the world won’t understand people’s indignation at corporate exploitation and even if they did, The Franks probably wouldn’t care.

 

I have never met an honest rich person. Is that just how it works?

The AMA – Saving Your Life, Stealing Your Freedom.

Posted in Rage Against The Machine with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 2, 2008 by Buck Frain

The Australian Medical Association should have the absolute fuck kicked out of it for being a bunch of Orwellian wank-stains and insulting to the rights of free people. Who the fuck do they think they are? They’re in the paper this weekend calling for the government to ban the funding of any film, play or piece of art that contains smoking. The Australian arts industry is small and relies heavily on government funding. In this move the AMA seek to censor artistic expression and control the reflection of society being presented by artists. They are, in effect, calling for an end to free expression, and why? Because people get addicted to cigarettes and die. Big fucking deal! People get killed by cars, are they going to seek an end to car chase scenes as well? Of course not, they know everyone would tell them to fuck off which is pretty much what’s happening anyway.

If the government were to rise to the bait, what the fuck would we be allowed to see in our entertainment? People working out and eating properly? Fuck – that sounds like a great fucking film! Yeah Doc, I’ll fork out $15 to watch smug shit-sacks being perfect while all around my real life the world goes to hell. FUCK YOU, and thanks for killing the Aussie film industry, you miserable CUNT!

I used to smoke cigarettes. I smoked a pack a day for fifteen years and two years ago I stopped. I didn’t start smoking because of movies, I started because I liked the smell. I hate smoking, I hate the addiction, but I believe it is everyone’s right to choose for themselves. Freedom is all about choice. I don’t put down or look down on my friends who smoke and I consider them just as much a part of this society as I am. Smokers are already pariahs, huddled together, dejected and despised outside buildings in the freezing cold, the AMA would make them invisible too.

As an adult in a free society, I should be able to do pretty much whatever I want providing it doesn’t negatively impact anyone else’s right to do whatever they want. If I choose to smoke surely that is my right as an adult. This right is not the one under threat, the right to see a fictional depiction of person smoking tobacco, something that actually happens, is what the AMA would remove from us. They want to remove artists’ rights to reflect certain elements of the society they live in. These guys are a bunch of doctors, yeah? Fuck-head meddling doctors with no concept of the importance of art in defining cultural identity. They should stick to medicine and making people well. Have you cunts cured cancer yet? No? Well, get back to fucking work and leave artistic content to artists, you useless fuckbags! What value does good health have when you have no freedom left to enjoy with it?