The Survivalist* Boss

OK. Here we go. How many of you, when you heard the word “the Boss” already declared “That is me! That is what I am!” Right? Yeah, I know you lot! Don’t go back on this word of yours now that I am about to explain what this means in real terms, because the chances are that you, with the very pleased feeling of hearing “the boss” correctly identified this group to be yours.

Let me tell you this first. There is no other group more hated by the Idealists* than this. As a Idealists*, I have to say I already hate you and your kind. 😉 Now, at this stage, as I don’t know you personally it is a bit of a joke. At the same time, I must say, that the world would be a boring stupid ass place without the Boss level the Survivalist*. You give us all so much entertainment in our bid to kick your ass to the curb for good. The Idealists* are rebels, and you provide the platform for us to rebel, so thank you for that.

OK. You first-grade sons of bitches, here we go:

The Survivalist* Boss thinks they’ve got it all figured out. They know how to live. They know the ins and outs, dos and don’ts, and when I say they know how to live, that means they know how to boss people around and make them do what they want them to do. That, to the Survivalist* Boss, is life well spent.

The reality is, that the Boss has a very fucking superficial idea of what life is about. To them, life is a play, a show that must go on, a script that needs to be played out to perfection. They are about as deep as a puddle and as exciting conversationalists as a Wilson volleyball, but they, themselves, are completely unaware of it even being a factor. “What is there not to love?”

To the Survivalist* Boss, true love is a matter of who lassoes the best possible catch for themselves, and whose lover goes craziest for their love for them. In that bid, they like to irritate their lover or spouse on purpose, to make it look like authentic the Idealists* soulmate stuff, but is, in reality, just a damned cheap copy of it.

To them, every philosophical or religious text has only ever been a how-to guide for a play. They have never considered the ideals, morals, or values described, let alone true feelings of caring for other people. They are mainly only ever concerned about their own well-being and think everyone around them is just as self-centered and after their own personal interests alone.

When they consider having children, their mode of thinking never once considers the child’s well-being, but they merely contemplate their own needs. “I need to have a child to parade them around and be admired for being the perfect mother.” Their idea of “a perfect parent,” however, is the one who makes their child do all the right things, say all the right things, wear all the right things, graduate from all the right schools, and right now, they are reading this baffled thinking “well what’s wrong with that?”

Every philosophy ever written in this world has been written to fix these mother fuckers and make them into decent human beings. Every time a philosophy has been written, these bastards miss every fucking point any philosopher has ever tried to put across. These same people take those philosophies, turn them into religions, and use them to control the masses or sell a beautiful thought in an over-simplified but commercially viable product.

To them, the idea that they would have to improve on themselves when they are already controlling everything in their world is ludicrous. They do not see beyond the point of ruling the world – at least their own little segment of it. Why should they give up on anything they have, unless someone is going to force their hand to let them go of it? I am going to be that person, whether you stay here or whether you run away and hide… Because there’s a new boss in town.

It’s for your own good.

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