print this letter and move to Texxxa$!

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to the Beast of my Knowledge, i have been working at one of your facilities for one year now, and have been doing my best to keep from admitting to myself or anyone else what i saw coming from the first day i set foot inside. the anti-union propaganda film was a clue, as well as the memos that give explicit instructions not to warn the customer to get pencil and paper before reading the only number that will allow them to cancel their monthly purchase with your company. your beastly revenue was 2.3 billion, give or take. not operating costs: revenue. think of all the thousands, or even hundred thousands, that you have stolen from: not just money, but self-respect. for that is what every employee of yours has to give up, in order to pretend that we don't care about our fellow men and women enough to notice what we are doing. the only way to get through the day is to zone out and pretend like the callers aren't real, but you want to be sure we know what we are doing, so you train us to recognize each caller as a real person, .just so we can watch a little bit of soul die with each lie we read...verbatim, please. 2.3 billion: that's not just employees, but all the poor simps who don't have enough self-assurance to tell the television no, so they call your toll free number and can't say no to all your deceptive wording, and they end up paying x amount of dollars for something they don't want and don't need, only it doesn't matter because long ago they lost their will to live and only keep up the struggle for survival so as to appear moderately well adjusted. It's every single person who chooses to ignore that a choice is being made and instead decides to pretend that nothing more than good old earning a living is taking place. this is not an honest wage you are earning here! this company is founded on principles of deceipt and corruption, and they prey on those who are too stupid or desperate to have the self-respect to say no! beast, i am walking out. i don't know if anyone else here has the dignity to take a risk for what is right, and i certainly know that i signed papers saying that i wouldn't think these thoughts, that i wouldn't fraternize with union organizers, and that every idea i have whether on company premesis or not belongs to you, beast, but i am leaving. i am leaving because i know that it is the only way that anything will ever change. i am leaving because i refuse to pay your bills and buy your yachts and suck your cock and give you power anymore. i know that by myself i will just end up unemployed and desperate, and my kids won't have a place to sit and consume corporate culture, and we might have to live like uncivilised savages, but i am walking out because i know that i am every person here, and if we all leave you will suffer and suffocate and die, and nothing could be more satisfying than that, beast, and we will run free in the fields with no fear of hunger, because heaven smiles on the sparrows, and heaven will smile on me, too. die, beast. _________________(sign your name here) p.s. (here it is: i am finally faced with a choice between what i know is right, and money. in effect, i am being offered the chance to sell my soul for money, and not even good money. just barely enough to scrape by, and keep my family off the street. well, beast, you listen to this: i still know better, and i wouldn't eat your shit even if i was starving, naked, homeless and cold. )
if you work at convergys or another pueblo oppressor, print this and send it to all fellow employees. use my return address if that make sit easier. fukkem. coming soon.
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