Posted by
Lance Cordill on Monday, August 10, 2009 11:23:26 AM
I've been many things in my life. But, I have never been a kiss donkey. Sure, I was married once...trained to follow orders, wear a doggie collar, kept on leash...had to put up with partner assumptions way beyond the fold of reason...follow unfollawable, unnatural to the human condition rules. Sure, I have been involved in organizing highly trained right-winged Republican Party political operatives taking orders straight from neo-cons such as Richard Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld. Sure, I have worn a monkey suit in the corporate world cohersed to following "personal" corporate policies which brought my superiors great wealth and vacations abroad. You know I have worn the USMC "lean green, little amphibious monster" PR machine, the desert rags of Seabees constructing structures of beaurocratic waste and that ugly as poison ivy infested drab olive green and now digitized "perversity for the sake of diversity" artwork of Army custom and courtesies. But, I have never been a kiss donkey. Kiss donkeys revolt me. They stifle creativity, contribute nothing to the inner long term growth of an organism or generate meaningful solutions to pressing challenges. What they do is keep authority where authority wishes to remain, in charge. in nature, the strongest sperm cell swimmer ovulates the fertile egg. Question, "has science ever detected tail kissing among battling sperm cells on their quest to create a new life?" NO! But, in not being a kiss donkey, there is a price to pay. Once upon a time in 2005, I realized that in not being a kiss donkey, my choices were to be somewhat restricted in this highly monopolized, crap flows from the top to the bottom, if you didn't go to an Ivy League school you will always be on the "B" team corporate world. SO, I gave it up. I turned my Brooks Brothers suits Oakley sunglasses, Allen Edmunds shoes and posters of Ashley Massaro for a pair of khaki shorts, a t-shirt and old Chuck Taylor canvas high-top sneakers. What a liberating relief! No more donkey kissing to or for anyone At least, not until this piece gets completed! For what I have learned in the last four years, these last four years of total self-absorption, the vortexes’ of Sedona, QVC and Snoop Doggie Dog is this: "If you are unwilling to play the role of a kiss donkey, you will produce non-kiss donkey results in your material life. If you are unwilling to make compromises with people who you detest, are no better than you, laugh at to their face, you will be scorned and overlooked for business opportunities. If winning intrapersonal battles takes precedent over winning interpersonal wars or achieving some sort of armistice with your competitor or partner, you are screwing yourself in the very donkey that you need to be kissed in order to truly look and play the part of Mr. Trump just coming out of another bankruptcy! If you aren't willing to suck a little gluteus to get some maximus out of a potentially profitable situation, might as well convert over Buddhism and pray that you come back to this earthly life as some sort of "praying man(tus)" and await the return of "The Chosen One". For the reasons stated above (and then some), I have never been a kiss donkey. But, I have been a son who once had to suck on his mother's breasts, steal his father's car keys in order to drive to pick-up a hott date, a total screw-up when it came to choosing the right company to work for or studying in an appropriate academic major in college which suited my personality and skills. I have always been dependent on something or someone. Could learning how to kiss some donkey really be that ego deflating? It is said, "What does not kill me only makes me stronger." We shall see.