I wish the ruling class tried so hard to give me jobs, but alas
The future. As it happens, we have been on the verge of leaving the finance industry for a little while. Today we decided to call it a day and sell the business as a going concern. This has nothing to do with the social justice mob on Twitter and Facebook. We never did take those so seriously. Even the death threats made me smile. Nor was it those who gave comments to the media in which they condemned us. Nor was it the person parked across from my house this morning in his black Land Rover taking pictures.
What really did it for us was when we received letters from Government departments/agency telling us that there would be consequences if we did not retract what we said. The letter from the ASA was professional and very polite. I don't want to make out that this brought terror to my life in any way, because it didn't.
It did though, cross a significant line for us. We are a private business, we are not owned by the Government, FCA or ASA, and we will never be told what we are/are not allowed to say. If we want to campaign to put Batman on the moon, then that is our business, not the Governments. Naturally, we told them no, we wouldn't retract it. Who knows where this will now end up.
This is a massive concern for us given the nature of the next project we were going to launch in the UK. Avoid.com is going to be the world's first negative-only travel review website. It launches in March 2019 and was going to be based in the UK - a massive investment with hundreds of jobs.
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I've got a friend who was involved in that fiasco. Special forces wiped out a small island off the coast, they killed about 30 people just to make sure there wasn't anyone to give early warning to an invasion.
nice try fbi
they say the eyes are the window to the soul
this guy has spent most of his adult life peering into the abyss of human relations, every secret corruption at first a thrill of voyeuristic power, now so deeply familiar to him that an intractable miasma pervades any perceived ordinary interaction. yet unable to fully assimilate into the clique of liches that surround him, he clings desperately to a vestigial relationality, medicated and coached within an inch of life.