Sunday, 1 April 2012

Sewage for Blood.

I'm happy to say that my employer is scaling down its biotech division; were I invited to discuss this I would say it was a good move. The company obviously knows what I know; namely that biotechnology is ruled by back-handed, back room corruption, each clique tying up any possibility of commercial or technical progress in folds of corruption, dispute and coercion, playing games without end, jockying for advantage using all their crappy networks to exert influence, all the while presenting a happy-happy face to the regulators, and who knows, paying them off too.
I could tell them the story of the Great American self-made hero, with millions, companies, yachts and respect, who came to Yorkshire to have it large, and did so with a local whore for paid company, who was present at every board meeting; I could tell of the outright robbery that accompanied the patenting of ideas I had contributed to, the lies, the threats, the persistent menaces used to try and stifle opposition to the little man with the penchant for going bust, snatching defeat from the jaws of triumph, through miserable, blind greed which followed the Ethics of the sewer.
I could go on, but I'll probably never get the chance.

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