memories of my colleagues in journalism

Dim lights.
Moral dim lights I mean.
I'm not assessing their intelligence.
They thought that it wasn't their problem when people started getting fired.
I told em to go to war when the first person got fired and to make it the war to end all wars.
But they thought they could avoid confrontation simply by keeping their heads down and hoping someone else got fired.
They thought that any downsizing taking place would probably only affect ten percent of the workforce.
Leaving the other ninety percent still in employment.
They thought that as long as they themselves weren't being fired on a given day, then that day's firing was someone else's problem.
They failed to figure out that if a company downsizes just ten percent of the workforce every year, by the end of ten years the company will have downsized everybody.
They failed to figure out we were all going down.
Together.
Or apart.
One way or another.
One hundred percent.
No one gets a pension.
Except the genius dealmakers of senior management.
But then.
That was the game all along.