Political Wargames

Good afternoon, there’s a game played in the business world. The game is who you know not what you know. The game is held to a certain standard and played by the ones who wouldn’t make it if the words were reversed. The socialites, the brownnosers, the whistle blowers, etc become the elite praised to the utmost by their predecessors. Code of conduct is challenged by the foundation’s business ethics. Of course, the socialite can preach great business ethics while being a hypocrite intimately involved with their fellow co-worker. The whistle blowers can show great business ethics while throwing their enterprising ‘friend’ under the bus. The brownnoser can concur with great business ethics while kissing the posterior of the decision makers. Lines are crossed but what lines really matter? The enterprising person builds a wall and retreats, as they are outnumbered. The fire that once burned inside has dimmed. The battle is not over. The battle has just begun. Outnumbered or not there is something to fight for. There’s reason to be heard. There’s ambition to be seen. Fuel your fire with the hypocritical strategies they play. Gain the upper hand with your brain. You may be defeated by political illusions but remain undefeated by intellect. Those that believe they have the intelligence but socially blow brown whistles will not last long. Their intelligence is only a figment of their imagination. You have the security to surpass and survive. Your passion is your drive. There’s no losing battle as long as you’re fighting to win.

Desperation For Love

Desperation for love has us trapped. Trapped in a world where innocent embryos are conceived under false pretences to evoke a ceremony. A blissful ceremony that in time becomes a bottle of emotional resentment. The fear of being alone and not finding that “right one”. Instinct becomes survival of the fittest to conquer that “good one” to do the "right thing”. Traditional standpoints bring on the heartache and pain. Afraid of society’s clichés or the statistics of shame, we become complacent. No vocalized opinion or rebellious dismay. The control the power we stand by it and accept it. We defy it with infidelity and then deny it with ignorance. In the end, the separation from desperation will breathe through the air. Communion becomes unnatural a new statistic in itself. Where we once fell in love, we are now falling for desperation. Traditional morals had value but not understanding. Bring back that old school morals and fall for wreckless love. The one you can’t deny. That is timeless within itself. The statistics we don’t see that we should see. The blissful ceremony that has a vocalized opinion and embraces the intimacy that brings forth a bundle of joy. Desperation leads to separation. Let the heart lead you and your gut fuel you. Don’t become a common statistic of divorce. FALL IN LOVE NOT DESPERATE TEMPTATION.