Truth is not a story you control; it is a sovereign force that eventually reveals itself, like a veiled figure stepping into light.

As long as the screaming stays within the institutional comfort band, it is considered a leadership style. The cabinet has officially reclassified his outbursts as acceptable variance.

This week, the company reorganization ends with Dawg Raymond in a self-loop, meaning he is now functionally reporting to himself.

This week, our cube-cows throw a full Agile transformation parade through the office (Scrum, Kanban, ceremonies, drums, flags), while the one cow actually working the bug pile just mutters, ‘Still broken.’

You don’t build a name by burning the competitor’s house. An older peer pulls you aside in the hallway with a quiet warning after a tense meeting.

The leader did not lie; reality simply failed to align with his remarks. We do not question his sanity; we only wonder why the landscape is being so difficult.

This week, Dawg Raymond attempts to think outside the box by physically relocating his entire office into a cardboard container.

This week, our cube-cows get performance reviews from the bull, graded on a curve the bull set, against a bar the bull cleared himself.

We’ve all watched someone try to sweep a massive, glaring crisis under a rug that’s way too small.

We do not ask if the leader is sane, we only ask if he is currently having a good day.