Why we work. We work because we are motivated. We are motivated by three things: Reason, Reward, and Fear * .You do not have to be a Telemarketing Manager to know this, you only have to be a telemarketer.

Motivation. Every teacher starts a lesson with Motivation. Supervisors are wise to include motivation in their work planning. Inspired leaders sprinkle motivation on their great works. You can motivate with fear, as in you will be fired if you do not make quota; you can motivate with reward, as in the next sale gets twenty bucks cash; you can motivate with reason, as in getting a job not in telemarketing will save your soul from the eternal torments of hell. These are fine examples, and polemicists, pundits, and the priests of Set, the Snake God are full of witty samples of them, how they work, and they worked for them. But what of failures in motivation?

When does Motivation fail? Motivation fails when the solution to the problem at hand is either not presented, or not practical. Even the second lowest form of enlisted soldier, the corporal, knows that failure to acheive results is failure. You can blame your men, you can blame your weapons, you can even blame the post office, but when it comes down to that uncomfortable moment when you are standing in front of the Supreme Corporal, failure to acheive rests very firmly on the shoulders of the motivator, not the motivated. And the archetypcial motivator, the corporal, who uses a diversity of fear, reason, and reward, must also supply a solution as icing to the cupcake of motivation. It may be the chocolate cupcake of fear, but still, there must be a solution applied.

The icing on the cupcake. Indeed, solutions must be practical, that is, the motivated require the means at hand, be handy with the means, and have a realistic time frame for success. Those who motivate without supplying a solution suffer from a failure of leadership. We all know these people, and we despise them. These are people who toss off such suggestions as ‘Just win the lottery, this will solve your problem’. Those who motivate with an inadequate solution demonstrate failures in command. These people are not as toxic as the failed leaders of the lottery example, but they poison the respect for authority that the motivated have for the motivator.

The loss of motivator status. As the motivated are worn down with tasks for which they have no tools, for tasks with tools they do not know how to use, or tasks that they do not have adequate time to accomplish, the minds of the motivated turn against the motivator. They turn from the task at hand, from respect, from deference, from good work, to turn to look for flaws in character and corporate culture, to seek out mistakes of authority, to errors, to dullardisms. The erosion of respect for the motivator inevitably turns the motivated to mutiny. If the solution does not work, you, the motivator, have failed; and your motivated legions will find a way to cut off your head and send it to Rome, to the Emperor, wrapped in an old wine skin, like a baked apple in pastry.

Applications and Examples. For the last few decades, since Trudeau the Motivator promised us a Just Society, an endless amount of motivation has been poured down upon the working class by the lesser motivators of the media, the academics, the bureaucracy, and the activists. The working classes, the motivated, have given up their wealth through taxation, their opportunities through being passed over through employment equity, and their culture through sacrifice to the greater good of anti-nationalism, anti-Christianity, and anti-abilityism. But for all the effort, the end result has not been the promised Just Society. Instead, things are constantly getting worse and worser. Problems have become worse, not better. Demands upon the capital of the working class increase, and the dignity of the worker is spit upon by those that eat his food, mock his simple pleasures, and keep him from practicing his trade. In short, for decades, the motivator has failed in delivering the solution to the problems he has motivated. The Just Society suffers from a failure of Leadership, and a failure of Command. And now, lacking the safety valve of free speech, the motivated, the working class, turns to mutiny against not just the small elements of the progressive movement, but turns to mutiny against the entire temple of political correctness. It is not just the wormy apples of the tree that are despised, but the leaves, the branches, the trunk, and the roots.

When problems raised are not solved, the motivated turn upon the motivators, like wolves. They do not finely nibble upon the fingers and toes, but upon the entire carcass. Even if the liver or the kidneys are not part of the failed reasoning of the brain, they too are consumed. The motivators of the progressive movement have not provided solutions to the problems they have motivated against. The solutions are neither timely, workable, nor addressable. The gap between rich and poor is ever widening, we are told this problem (and the other, many, numerous, problems of the progressive world view) are unsolvable without more funding, more toleration of incompetence, more diversity of criminals in our midst, and more multi-cultural multi standards in a world populated with a working class that has less funding to give, that suffers from incompetants, that is bruised from crime and assault, and is having it’s nose rubbed in the stool of cultures that are stone age, not iron age. Even the brutal discipline of the Royal Navy could not stop the great mutiny at Spithead * , so the lesser disciplinarians of our Human Right Commissions (who have far less ability at their craft than the gold buttoned blue coats of the Fleet) will be unable to either recognize nor staunch the great mutiny when the working class, goaded and supplied with cupcakes without icing, turns to mutiny.

There are many causes of failure of motivation, but only one result: mutiny. You may sleep well in your bed tonight, but take care when you dress in the morning. If you are a perfumed aristocrat, draped in lace and silver buckles upon your shoes, you might just find yourself in the Bastile at sunset, with an appointment to see madame guillotine at dawn. I have no sympathy for you. There is no icing on my chocolate cupcake, and you will have no head.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.

xpd Mitchieville, DustMyBroom

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