Grahame, It's the whole ethos of an organisation so broken it is beyond repair, it runs through local authority, banking, estate agents, solicitors, in fact every aspect of society that involves money, the answer is simple, if you work in any form of public organisation your loyalty is with the public not the grand architect of the universe. Take this example, a piece of land is put up for sale, you would like to buy it as your children have ponies and enjoy competing in gymkhanas. You buy the land at a premium price because you do not require an income from your purchase. One day many years later, you are still the owner of this land and the government announces a change of policy. Your land has the potential to become valuable, your own life is comfortable and you consider a change of direction. You decide to sell your land. Fucking big mistake, cause every greedy fucking corrupt mason in the district feels their noble cause is far more worthier than yours, and so they surface like rats from a sewer.
1. Dripping Poison The agent selling your land is bribed, he either goes along with them or has his reputation destroyed, a propaganda campaign is launched to save this land from unsavoury outsiders because it is on an open market. The propaganda has a two fold effect, it depresses the price and forces your hand because through no fault of your own, you are now are target of greed. A climax is reached where public meetings are arranged, whipping up hysteria among your neighbours, you are accused of being greedy and your greed will ruin the wealth of your neighbours, their house price will halve due to your wreckless unbridled selfishness. The Media are tipped off by the rats, a story is run in a rat newspaper read by rats, your friends desert you through fear of the same, your income disappears,
you are an outcast. You are now the most despicable person in the district. You have no option but give in to the rats because their offer is the only one your going to get, as informed by their rat solicitor. Fuck the rats I'll keep it.
2. The Campaign. One morning you go to start your car before you get in you notice a flat tyre, after changing the wheel you carry on with your day. Twenty flat tyres later you go to the Police, you apologise for something so trivial but consider you are the target of a hate campaign. The rat with the hat tells you your paranoid. Back at rat HQ all the rats salivate with excitement soon your prize will be theirs. Rat with hat is now commanded to make your life hell and if you waste his time you yourself will be prosecuted. The campaign has no time limit, it is indefinite. Fuck the rats I'll keep it
3. The Deception. The rats are so incensed they now tap your phone, they intercept your mail. Your finances are desperate, the rat in the bank is creating havoc, soon you will be bankrupt, your last resort is find a solution. You sit down for three months, develop a new idea, it is worth more than the land, your nightmare is about to end. Rat HQ has been monitoring everything, you meet the rat placeman whose welcome is the most false insincere smile you can imagine, unknown to you the fucking rats are everywhere, they even run the Government's Business, Skills And Innovation Department. The place rat steals your idea, it's beady eyes light up with £ signs. You are dismissed as a nutcase and then if you ever dare complain to anyone you will feel the full force of rat culture. Don't you dare mess with the rats.
Fuck the rats I'll buy a computer.
4. Closure. The rats are zooming round in their white German cars with dyslexic number plates, tinted windows mask the rat telling other rats how fucking great it is being a rat on his rat phone. So busy is the multi tasking rat, he fails to use his indicators at the interchange because at 70 miles an hour, the rat sees others as an encumbrance to the rats importance. The rat in his haste has just pissed off the bloke with the computer and because this bloke is so sickened by rat culture, he joins Mike Tesko's Jeremy Bamber Forum and call's himself Campion