If there were ever a job that should encourage the holder to self-harm, it’s not soft drink lobbyist or tax collector, it’s the recruiter.
One of the many excellent attributes of a free market is its reliance on the ‘middle-man’. Often much misunderstood and maligned, the middleman is the flesh-covered vehicle that connects us to the products we use and venerate without having to do complicated transactions with 100 different manufacturers every time we want a cup of tea or a printed photo of our family in a white frame or whatever other shite that middle class white people like. Continue reading Recruiters: Foreskins on the Penis of the Free Market