It's been a turbulent week.

The corporation has reached epic proportions of stupidity and I'm beginning to understand why I feel like an imposter. I feel like an imposter because I am an imposter. I am the Judas that will sell them off for a bag of silver. I'm the virus, the infestation of truth that will endeavour to penetrate them from the inside out. I am no longer safe, my true intentions have been broadcast and the disciples are on to me. I am doubting Thomas.

Do I stand to be burned at the stake of modern corporate culture? Will the clergy of middle-management, who have come to believe the spin, the lie, hang a pouch of saltpere and sulphur round my neck as a show of mercy? Will the loyal corporate slaves and servants fan the flames, dance and chant the holy name of Messiah whilst my heathen body seeths, crackles and is cauterized, stripped of flesh and consumed by the helpdesk zombies, my brain steamed and spooned out for the desktop fools to relish, perhaps with cranberry, orange and port sauce.

The religious establishment no longer enjoys the position it once held over society, as the clergy have lost their power over the people, so have a few of the tendrils that were buried deep within the guilty conscience of society been plucked out, fetid and wretched, gnarled, reeking and bloody. Modern management methodolgies and Human Resources think-tanks have taken advantage of the very basic human need to believe, subscribe, identify and belong. They have forged, modelled and implemented methods born of these basic weaknesses and used them to carefully secularize us without much of a choice. We have a choice, apparently the bible tells us that. However, should you choose to question, should you choose to raise doubts, you have lost faith, the craftiest weapon the Church ever came up with. Faith is the best answer to the questions that have never been addressed and cannot be answered.