Aimless zealotry

The rabid manager remains zealous, dedicated to a course of destruction, enthusiastic whenever someone can be insulted or a contract broken.

The silly fervor, the retarded passion, the random eagerness all add up to the production of garbage. As the zombie circles, the supporters go silent, the shouts turn to shrugs, the curious crowd wonders how every single chosen goal could be so badly executed.

A vague sense of irrelevance permeates the atmosphere, a suitable response to the decadent thrills of one who giggles while always making the wrong decision.