Finley Peter Dunne wrote that the job of the writer and journalist was to “comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.”
As a writer, my place is pretty modest, but I think I can do that.
…And herein lies the oppressiveness of institutionalized irony, the too-successful rebel: the ability to interdict the question without attending to its subject is… tyranny. It uses the very tool that exposed its enemy to insulate itself.
General Motors, years before bankruptcy and bailout, was pinching pennies and cutting corners, and they have the rusted truck brake lines and the faulty ignitions to prove it. And do you know what? The guvmint didn’t make them shave costs and quality. Management ordered it, in a misguided pursuit of messy profits… “shareholder value.” Running a cost-shaving business is what ran GM into bankruptcy. Now THAT’s Irony™.
“If you’ve done as well as you hoped to do, it is your obligation to spend as much time as you can, sending the elevator back down, for the people who are going to follow”
“If you’ve done as well as you hoped, it is your obligation to spend as much time as you can, sending the elevator back down, for the people who are going to follow.”
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On the forty-sixth floor of a building on Sixth Ave., they came to meet Jack. Each one had paid the asking price, and received a place in line to kiss the ring.
Although PowerPoint was not Jack’s forté, an assistant could manage. The twenty-third slide in the deck contained the seed.
Pay the price of admission, kiss the ring and learn the plan: learn of the banking casino, powered by petroleum, income differentials, insecurity and war… a world of perpetual crisis; elections owned by millionaires; and a redistribution scheme so audacious that none would believe it until wealth beyond imagination controlled every dollar, every transaction and could name its price in total impunity.
They celebrated in the conference room, visions dancing in their heads as champagne flowed: the profits of real work would be drained away to fund more power, and Jack would remodel his casino again.