The employer/employee relationship is adversarial, comprising two parties; those who govern and those governed. Regular employees aim for personal goals, while owners charge supervisors with carrying out company goals. Without proper leadership, subordinates create orbits centering on preference which militate against the cooperative concern. Likewise, when managers engage in personal relationships and favoritism, animosity and division invade the ranks. By proportion, superiors elevate assistants by lowering themselves, creating a level plain. Thus, all become sheep without a shepherd and confusion reigns.
Managers in today’s milieu decline from stated overall responsibilities; select what to enforce according to their temperament. This circumstance prevails owing to the number of service oriented establishments which exceeds those of manufacturing. Manufacturing inherently requires proprietors who are objective; look towards producing a finished product. Service industry personnel only oversee finished goods, thus carrying a truncated outlook. By comparison, service oriented managers bear a closer resemblance to their minions. Hence, increased latitude regarding subjective matters such as music and mobile phone usage—conflating personal and professional behaviors. Distinction between the governed, and those governed, objectivity and subjectivity, takes on less relevance in modern work environments.
Central government holds the same feature. Objectivity reigned in the late 18th century to furnish a finished product—an independent nation. Once completed, however, there is nothing to do but shuffle finished goods around—foundational precepts—which is a casual affair sanctioning amusement. A diminished perspective allows for rest and relaxation, yet this is not so for other civilizations which strive to manufacture something solid (whether we agree with their style of government is a separate matter).
Hard times breed tough people, yet simple times breed softies. Hence, the inward erosion that proceeds any outward invasion. A perfect, repetitive order lost on the hoi polloi who invariably peer outside for a raider; oblivious to the conspicuous historical record which informs the enemy lies within one’s gates. Not lost on rivals is inner decay; they exacerbate it and wait patiently with cloaked daggers.
Such is the circumstance confronting “Usonia” comprising bewildered masses, hoping all will turn out well anyhow, somehow. A sinking ship, with patrons clinging to shallow loyalty amid a deep sea of betrayal.
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