Yeah, I know, another damn music video. I haven’t had the time for anything more substantive, I’m afraid. Lots of late nights at the office this week, and the way things are going, I’ll be lucky if I don’t have to work over the holiday weekend, too, and possibly the following weekend as well, and all thanks to some overzealous middle-management dumbass who made an impossible promise that I and my fellow bottom-of-the-ladder production people — the people who do the actual work<\/i> around this place — now have to try and fulfill. My Loyal Readers can probably guess how I feel about that<\/i>. Call me lazy if that’s how you see it, but I personally think the American-style protestant work ethic (i.e., the “thank you, sir, may I have another” mindset) is bullshit, and I resent the hell out of every additional second The Man shaves off the already too-small “life” portion of my work\/life balance.<\/p>\n
So, in that vein, here’s one for every middle-aged, white-collar cubicle monkey out there who spends his days wondering which of the reasonable, responsible choices he made in his youth led him to this bleak plateau where he feels like a coyote that’s thinking about gnawing off his own leg in order to escape the merciless steel jaws. It’s a little primal-scream therapy from Sting and The Police, and while the Road Warrior<\/i>-inspired, post-apocalypse trappings of this video are as 1980s as it gets, the meaning of the lyrics and the bubbling rage at the grinding inhumanity of modern life remain as applicable — sadly — as ever.<\/p>\n