I am the voice of the wives of all ambots, and I speak for them. You know, those nasty, disgusting, despicable brainwashed robots who go around bragging that they're "company owners" because Amway provides their commissioned salesmen the bragging rights title of "Independent Business Owners"? They're the ones we're talking about.
Amway, you've been fucked. Real business ownership and legitimate business operations entail much more than tricking people into signing a restrictive Amway IBO registration agreement that strips them of their rights as American citizens and human beings, forcing them to purchase overpriced products, and forcing them to pay large sums of money in order to attend Amway functions.
But since Amway isn't in my upline, I'll just send a giant fuck you to them instead of saving my fuck yous for them. The majority of this is due to the fact that a large corporation such as theirs sends out phoney ass propaganda that they "care" about people and then requires their employees to report to work on Monday, December 26, 2011, instead of doing the decent thing and giving them a day off and turning the Christmas weekend into a nice long 3 day weekend that most other businesses gave to their employees so they could spend time with their families. Read my previous post in which I criticised Amway for being a big fucking asshole because an Alticor employee in Grand Rapids who ratted them out spent his time surfing the Internet and reading my blog instead of getting his work done. Get a clue, people! Employees who are dissatisfied have low morale, which leads to reduced production. Actions speak louder than words in this situation. Make an effort to be compassionate toward your staff, especially during the holiday season. If Christmas Day happens to fall on a weekend, don't take advantage of the fact that things are simply the way they are.
So now that I've gotten my fuck you Amway company rant out of the way, let's get back to the fucking upline jerks.
Amway is still very much a good old boy's club to this day. There are no female leaders in positions of authority. Among those who pay great money to be brainwashed are the wives of the Diamonds, who sit on the stage and gaze lovingly at their husband while he spouts motivational propaganda to an audience of ambots who also paid huge amounts to be brainwashed. There are no female executives in charge of the company. Never. Even at the dreadful $10 meetings, the Diamond speaker that turned up was always a man, no matter how bad the meeting was. There is no sign of a wife at any of these chump change sessions.
All of the living room sessions were overseen by either the male Platinum or the female Emerald, respectively. The wives never spoke a word to each other. If they happened to be in the room at the time, they might have had a brief conversation if the spouse had asked them to clarify something.
It was only us and another couple at all of the living room meetings we went to; there were lots of single guys in their 20s and one or two single women in their 20s as well. On occasion, a Diamond might appear at a larger gathering and the crowd would remain overwhelmingly male. However, many wives would accompany their husbands, so perhaps a quarter of the attendees would be female.
Especially once the speaker opens their mouth, we women can scan the room and form an accurate picture in a matter of seconds, and there is typically no room for doubt. We are currently listening to a chauvinist pig who is masculine. Are you content with your life in Stepford? Assholes!
I, and other women like me, have zero tolerance for these new male playmates who have entered our husband's life. Generally speaking, they are a bunch of fucking troublemakers that force our husbands to purchase shoddy, overpriced Amway items, fork out money to attend Amway gatherings, require his participation at every living room meeting, and tell him to do this, that, and the other thing they command. Amway playmates are killing our life and our relationships because of their disgusting behaviour. These fucking Amway playmates demand both our husband's time and money, and they want both in abundance.
If the partnerships are able to withstand the test of time, the only thing that we women have on our side is time. The majority of Amway independent business owners (IBOs) leave the company after a year of joining. Unfortunately, a few deluded idiots may be able to hold on for a little longer, but the vast majority will finally give up, with perhaps less than 5 percent remaining. If a lady is unfortunate enough to be married to an ambot who is one of the very few that sticks with it, believing the brainwashing crap about the thousands of dollars in residual revenue that will be coming in every month for the rest of his life, she will be living in a horror factory.
Consequently, I'd like to say a big fuck you to the guy who sponsored our husbands into this disaster on behalf of all of the women who have been abused by the Amway cult around the world. To our sponsor's sponsor, we extend a heartfelt thank you. A heartfelt thank you to everyone who stood between them and the fucked up bucket of trash that was Platinum. The Platinum, who is the terrible bastard that is responsible for the majority of the dirty work, gets the greatest fuck you of all. Whether there are any legs between the Platinum and the Emerald is up for debate; nonetheless, I don't want anyone to feel left out, so any ambots in between get a fuck you from this end. The Emeralds and the Diamonds are also welcome to partake in the fuck you's. They are despicable lying sons of bitches who stand up on a platform and scam you out of your money, as well as insult you and brand you losers if you do not continue to put your money into the Scamway system.
That's all there is to it. Not everyone out there buys into the phoney rhetoric that you must submit to and adore your upline in order to be successful. Thank you to everyone who tried their hardest to get this message over to you! There are some people who do not love and revere their Amway upline and do not have positive things to say about them. I am living proof of that one, and I am cursing you filthy shithead ambots out right now.
I'd want to extend a collective thank you to everyone in our upline on behalf of ambot wives everywhere. The wretched bastards who have cost us a lot of money, caused us to lose sleep, caused divorces, caused bankruptcy, caused foreclosure, caused us to lose happiness, caused us to lose our piece of mind. You fucking Amway troublemakers won't be satisfied until you've found a method to completely demolish our lives.
Not everyone in the room is deafeningly quiet. Keep an eye on me. It's true that I have a blog where I tell it like it is. The way I feel about you miserable upline bastards, what you say, and what occurs on at Amway meetings is described below.
The ladies who are unable to speak for themselves. These are the women that are trapped in Amway's horror. The ladies who don't like to swear, despite the fact that they really want to curse out their upline, the women whose lives have been interrupted or even wrecked as a result of their husband's engagement in the Amway cult, and so on.
I will speak up for those of you who are without a voice. Your upline is the same as my upline. We're all stranded in the same lifeboat, unable to do anything to save ourselves. I'll put it in your mouth for you. You filthy Amway ambot jerks deserve nothing more than to be revealed for the horrible devils that you are, and we hope that you suffer the same anguish that we have had as a result of your deception.
A virtual bitch slap to every asshole Amway IBO who has ever signed up a downline. That is my downline, by the way! Not to mention that knowing what other people genuinely think about you is always a pleasure, isn't it?
0 comments: