Zachary Papazahariou: The Spiritual Capitalist at the Turn of the Millenium
Come to Zach's research paper on American TV Programming's Influence on Young Hindus
Another Day in the Dirt A film in development
The camera pans a devastated landscape corpses are strewn about in various stages of decay; trenches filled with mud and excrement are overrun with bloated rats; amidst this devastation two German soldiers are seen one singing and dancing the other somberly looking on.
Dancing soldier: Oh what a beautiful morning! Oh what a beautiful day! Ive got a wonderful feeling some frog is going to pay!
Somber soldier: Have you been inhaling the mustard gas again? Youll never survive acting the fool.
Dancing soldier: A fool! A fool! Not I! I fight this war to end all wars I fight this war that Frenchie may die!
Somber soldier: What difference if we kill French, British or any other theyre soldiers like us. They dont matter. Its the kings who want this war, the powers that be - they want to flex their muscles. What do we care of borders? Who cares about some royal nephew? They just want more land, more power! If we spill our blood so be it.
Dancing soldier: So be it? So be it! I just dont see it! We Germans are gods creation we must save the world save civilization!
Somber soldier: I tell you, you shame of our people its all about money. I joined seeking adventure; to display the honor of which our ancestors would be proud. Theres no honor in this. Machine guns! Trenches! Bah! Let me look these devils in the eye, Ill show them what a German can do!
Dancing soldier: Tweedle dum, tweedle dee my oh my you look Austrian to me!
Somber soldier: Our people are being betrayed I tell you! The soldier quivers - his eyes ablaze - projectiles of spittle spew from his angry mouth. There are forces forces guided by greed undermining our heroism! If only we could weed them out! Delouse our fatherland then, my friend, youd see a glorious Germany!
Dancing Soldier, no longer dancing: You know Adolph, for a corporal you have big ideas but who could take a man with that moustache seriously?
I Fell for you an excerpt
"Geez the wind feels good" he thought. "It kind of wakes you right up man if I could bottle this, no one would miss booze Moran wouldnt be thrilled. I might have to pay a flatfoot or two but its a business expense. Maybe its a write off. Damn well should be. Why should I be penalized? If anything people like me should be rewarded! We take the chances we run the risks!
I said to Evergreen, look Amalgamated Meatballs its the cats pajamas should I go deep for it? Her answer, "I dont care about cats pajamas, I want a raccoon coat theyre the bees knees!"
Man I should have stayed back on the farm you wanted something, you worked for it, you bought it! None of this credit crap. Pa was right sooner or later you pay the piper. But hell Pa, I beat the bastards! I had a nice run! Stutz Bearcat to drive, nice suits on my back no dirt under my fingernails. And I aint paying!
Geez youd think theyd clean the streets once in a blue moon.
Let the bitch find some raccoon coat-wearing college boy to keep her flapping Im checking out!
Hey isnt that Zac on the ledge? Comon you chicken shit! The air is fine! Damn Greeks! Hes alright, except for that hair.
Is that Goldberg down there? Well hes about to meet me up close and personal if I could just aim for his yarmulke.
You know what they say, it aint the fall its the sudden stop. . . ."
1936-1941 An Interview with a Corporate Scion
This particular chapter holds many areas of keen personal interest. Nazi expansion, American isolationism and the development of propaganda to name but a few. I feel it behooves me, however, to relate the tale of a "corporate phantom" whose veracity is well known to me. This individuals expertise lies in two arenas - General Motors and labor relations.
During the years 1985-1992 he served as mid-echelon management for the General Motors Corporation. His primary duties were to evaluate "environments of potential resources" translated as "would the exploitation of a given populace be worth any potential backlash?"
"This was a fairly easy determination. My superiors and I were concerned with immediate cost benefit alone how would the fiscal quarter lay out? At the time GM was losing tens of millions in continental Europe third world resources (primarily inexpensive labor) could easily offset expenses incurred in developed regions. Strangely enough, we sought governmental intervention in Latin America (particularly Mexico) and Asia. Regimes were more than happy for the "GM experience." Though we seldom contributed to the tax base most government officials saw an improvement in their quality of life (hint, hint!). Eventually the citizenry would attempt to unionize and police/military actions would ensue. Our fiscal quarter would have been saved and GM losses could be explained to our shareholders by affixing blame elsewhere. This was the sole purpose of all corporate activities not developing markets nor peoples, but the ability to affix blame. As long as we could point the finger elsewhere we were having a nice day."
In this chapter there is reference to the use of "strikebreakers brandishing machine guns and tear gas and using agents to infiltrate the unions and report on their activities"(195). I realize that most students find this outrageous, inconceivable. Our sociopath states, however, "We may no longer employ these tactics in Detroit (certainly not overtly) but these methods are common in most host states who seek the good graces of multinational corporations."
Dear Sir or Madam:
I have been assigned the following thesis topic: Will American international consumerism purveyed via the internet and television programming imperil or enhance the social-spiritual freedom of the Islamic community of present day Morocco in the coming millennium?
My research will be pursued as follows: a. I will cull the works of various political-social theorists as diverse as Thomas Friedman, Hannah Arendt and Benjamin Barber; b. I will attempt to interview Moroccan muslims under the age of thirty both in person and via the internet; c. I will cheerfully adapt any insight you may impart it may be my only recourse to the volatile yet uncompromising nature of my professor.
"I can write no more."
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