In Verbal Violence, the language of the professional managerial class is unravelled, dissected, and shredded. The master's house and tools are in flames, fire fanned from within, as their colosseum is turned quarry. Verbal Violence registers the absurdities of a purposeless people "just doing their job," critically straining the email thread, the Freedom of Information Request, and the white paper through an aesthetics of anger that appropriates their last gasps at relevancy. Hacking up neoliberal doublespeak, ideological reproduction, and progressive-except-Palestine rhetoric, Verbal Violence spits it out time and time again, scheduling a meeting to verbalize the what and the who that liberal democratic institutions systematically shut down with their silence. Verbal Violence confronts capitalism's managerial style guide for saying nothing at all with the fiery and empathetic conscience of the managed, their cri de cour cracking the straight-faced bureaucracy of our most banal communications.