I waited until Daddy was on his second single malt 50 year old scotch. Daddy, I want to take over the world.
Good for you, dear, completely ignoring me.
Youre not listening to me, I said.
He turned the page of his Wall Street Journal, and, realizing the next page was going to be only slightly more interesting than my tantrum, asked, What is your Mission Statement?
To better the world through domination under my control.
Really? And how do you intend to accomplish this?
First step will be to acquire a sizable military force, through financial and political means, and then attack the corporate infrastructure and cripple trade. Then I will
He laughed, Crippling trade would also deny you access to the Winters fortune.
Fortune is a lie. Whats happening is a lie, Daddy.
He blinked. I was really proud when I did that. Making Daddy blink meant I managed to call him on a bluff. It was easier when he was intoxicated, and in that I had an advantage over his corporate rivals. Sissy... You dont know what youre talking about.
Of course I do. People are mean to each other. I hate that. Even worse, I can walk down Ventura Boulevard and not smell a single person wearing Chanel No. 5. The dichotomy between the rich and the poor is growing so great that there will be no viable angle for reduction of costs over time. This will freeze prices, and inflation, making our own place less comfortable as investors ditch our products and head for other avenues. Im just giving you ample warning that Im going to take over the world and nothing you can do will stop me.
He laughed at me like a jester on a kings podium.
I was 14. And I was Ophelia with a sharp dagger and a pair of stones.
The patricide that followed is still covered up by the higher ups. I apparently died that night, also, to hear them tell it. Another victim of random violence. The truth gives them nightmares.
I carved up my father. Literally. I needed a smart, and genetically athletic male, with a desire to succeed. I also needed material that was willing to be molded. Daddy was so good at that. Being molded. The politicians pretend to be wrapped around corporate interests, but the truth is that they are so much more in control than they let on. Fifty years of paranoia has produced a culture that thinks that either you dont matter, or that you have no chance to BE SOMETHING, especially as a woman, if you arent willing to play their game. In my view, he was the jester, and I was the King.
And as a game with high stakes, as this was for me, I was determined to BE SOMETHING. When I ran the show. When I called the shots... Equality requires a leveling of the playing field, no matter what. I will reboot society, and then, maybe, Ill be able to get a new Gucci purse at a decent price.
At least Daddy had the sense to hire all those geneticists and encourage me to learn how to fire an assault rifle.
I waited until Daddy was on his second single malt 50 year old scotch. Daddy, I want to take over the world.
Good for you, dear, completely ignoring me.
Youre not listening to me, I said.
He turned the page of his Wall Street Journal, and, realizing the next page was going to be only slightly more interesting than my tantrum, asked, What is your Mission Statement?
To better the world through domination under my control.
Really? And how do you intend to accomplish this?
First step will be to acquire a sizable military force, through financial and political means, and then attack the corporate infrastructure and cripple trade. Then I will
He laughed, Crippling trade would also deny you access to the Winters fortune.
Fortune is a lie. Whats happening is a lie, Daddy.
He blinked. I was really proud when I did that. Making Daddy blink meant I managed to call him on a bluff. It was easier when he was intoxicated, and in that I had an advantage over his corporate rivals. Sissy... You dont know what youre talking about.
Of course I do. People are mean to each other. I hate that. Even worse, I can walk down Ventura Boulevard and not smell a single person wearing Chanel No. 5. The dichotomy between the rich and the poor is growing so great that there will be no viable angle for reduction of costs over time. This will freeze prices, and inflation, making our own place less comfortable as investors ditch our products and head for other avenues. Im just giving you ample warning that Im going to take over the world and nothing you can do will stop me.
He laughed at me like a jester on a kings podium.
I was 14. And I was Ophelia with a sharp dagger and a pair of stones.
The patricide that followed is still covered up by the higher ups. I apparently died that night, also, to hear them tell it. Another victim of random violence. The truth gives them nightmares.
I carved up my father. Literally. I needed a smart, and genetically athletic male, with a desire to succeed. I also needed material that was willing to be molded. Daddy was so good at that. Being molded. The politicians pretend to be wrapped around corporate interests, but the truth is that they are so much more in control than they let on. Fifty years of paranoia has produced a culture that thinks that either you dont matter, or that you have no chance to BE SOMETHING, especially as a woman, if you arent willing to play their game. In my view, he was the jester, and I was the King.
And as a game with high stakes, as this was for me, I was determined to BE SOMETHING. When I ran the show. When I called the shots... Equality requires a leveling of the playing field, no matter what. I will reboot society, and then, maybe, Ill be able to get a new Gucci purse at a decent price.
At least Daddy had the sense to hire all those geneticists and encourage me to learn how to fire an assault rifle.