From The Desk Of Dixon Devon Bucks The Third

July 6th, The Seventh Month’s Sixth Day

Dear Mr. Burg:

Harris, it is with my true sincere apologies that I am forced to write this unfortunate letter. Due to bitter cold events rivaling, an iceberg greeting the Titanic, my relationship with your cubicle corporate endeavors must permanently end immediately.

Many say, tension filled distrust started with the historical deadly boat ride a century ago, where human dignity and classes were honestly defined, creating mass hysteria, promoting affluent credit debtor’s demise. Today, living in a country that boasts paved golden roads, bragging everybody created equal, my continuing effort being a part of this hypocritical commonwealth dreamland is not sitting well and addressing the situation deciding relationship termination, might bring my objecting conscience closure.

Let me stress, freedom of speech should not be interpreted as disrupting society, marching, screaming, and chanting, claiming theatrical productions send a message. Instead, simple powerful written word exercises explaining one's editorial opinion could prove a better strategy, developing healthy pub style dialogue. You see, the modern computer keyboard, acting as the intellectual earth-shaking academic communication weapon produces effective results, and this collegiate lecture composition, handled properly displays a person’s viewpoint where the reader engages the material privately, quietly understanding the author’s expressed points, during the one-on-one communication activity.

Adding some more advice, another positive way to combat ugly selfishness behavior created by pig headed satirical envisioned characters presenting win at all costs deaf attitudes, I suggest, embrace games whose sole purpose is to achieve a better score. Cherish the trophy awarded, especially if the winner covets the grey goose, the local watering hole donated for sponsored name recognition. People will travel miles, watch the staged event, and unleash basic human emotion as they are entertained. All this unscripted action only sparks community chatter and a reason to talk to each other, strengthening the neighbor’s borders.

Also, following producing a well-balanced sporting spectacle performance, the ticket buyer won’t question spending anything, and gladly depart with hard earned tender no longer securely inserted in their wallets. Defending the spending while relishing in the pleasurable athletic fetish, whose tragic conclusion is always a possibility. That is why, creative elements in all competitive fixtures, needs serious attention, since without the artistic angle, the champion driven exhibition will fail, claiming violence and hatred as the culprit.

Please Harris, respect my displeasure feelings at this moment does not have anything to do with your company’s profit only fixation, understand my studies showed me, a bottom-line obsession dissolves any cemented messages grounded in the equation, this advertising lure that the public may trust, by committing forming a business relationship with your staff members requires honest structure. Conquering the small moralistic challenge, an unwritten customer service marketing ploy does assist in building truthful dialogue, making the subjective passing fade, feel like a priority.

You see, Harris your charted bottom line, is just a number, it looks superior and bold, despite reality showing, it sits there, not mentioning any actual credibility, enforcing the theory ‘If the idea you are trying to convey is clearly stated then support will rally through conversing with each other discussing the issue, leaving the wholly then God financial statistics alone, breathing destructive dust searching for quick answers impersonating a desert oasis casino chip shape.”

Honestly, earlier, a certain rumor factually concretely grounded, caught my attention, reporting negative purchase orders bought of your product and coincidentally popped buttered corn now litters the streets instigating pigeon feeding who swept the mess into their stomachs. This disturbing revelation from my unidentified sources, encouraged me to bid a Dieu to our partnership, and I truly hope my data report is wrong dispensing fake information, allowing your acknowledged practical bank deposits deemed accurate and valid to experience smooth transactions.

If you are interested about my future, writing is still the daily plan, replacing strict technical journalism obligation with ‘when I feel like it, fiction is what I scribe’. Distancing myself, turning down truthful pressures, guiding salaried endeavors, due to their perceived importance I decided taking a sudden directional path change. Instead, now the imaginative research created through high level meditation, agreeing to this process will unlock ideas trapped in a suppressed stone and using this special key, designed to remove individuals' evil intent occupying my thoughts, fogging the fantasy trips I booked.

In conclusion the real reason for this resignation correspondence, politely stated, ‘someone pitched me a better offer’.

Thank you Mr. Berg and I hope you will step away one day, ignoring google garbage, occupying every few miles on the information highway. And may I suggest, go down to the library, seek out my published words. You won’t discover any bottom lines, Harris, but I guarantee you will hear what is on my mind.

Sincerely,

Dixon Devon Bucks, The Third