Speaking truth to turds

Midweek Mélange

Photo by adrian millon on Unsplash

We all know that language evolves, and that’s fine: it’s a living entity. We might have different levels of ease with letting go of old friends, and getting on board with new ones (I’ll admit, it took me a few years to begrudgingly accept texted). However, there are things that make me apoplectic, and effluent language is one of them.

Corporate bullshit makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a plastic spoon.

People who value clear communication abhor it, and yet the Bullshiteers (rhymes with Mouseketeers) continue making up even more, as if it will impress someone. Isn’t being out of touch with reality a sign of psychosis? Why isn’t the continued use of this feculence considered diagnostic?

There are several corporate bullshit generators, but this one is my favorite.

Give it a try!

Excuse me: Seamlessly leverage cross-functional evacuative throughput.

Corporate Bullshit Generator

Feel free to deposit in the comments the dangerous dreck you’ve had the misfortune of hearing, along with a plain language translation—if you happen to know what it is supposed to mean.

We will all light a candle. Wait. Nope. That’s hazardous, as any ten-year-old with an audience and a lighter well knows. We’ll have a group scream though.

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