Here’s the thing: I’m Danish, right? I believe - wholeheartedly - in the notion of ‘social democracy’: That corporations should be subordinate to the State, which should in turn be subordinate to the Citizenry which it supposed to serve. It’s not a problem if a society gives rise to a corporation good at their job - that’s great! - it’s a problem when said corporation no longer thinks they’re subordinate the the society that initially nurtured their growth. Then they become a metastasized cancer slowly killing their host organism. A net negative as opposed to a positive. A malignant tumor to be excised with extreme prejudice.
Mario’s slimmer brother had a point there. And that’s why he scares the piss out of worthless executives everywhere. They know they’re pure poison, but they don’t want the host to realize it. That’d undercut their profit margin. To put it in the words of “The Cowboy” of Lynch’s “Mulholland Drive”:
“Beautiful evening.”
“Yeah.”
“I want to thank you for coming all the way up here to see me from the nice hotel downtown.”
“No problem. What’s on your mind?”
“Well now, here’s man who wants to get right down to it. Kinda anxious to get to it are ya?”
“Whatever…”
“A man’s attitude, a man’s attitude goes some ways… as to the ways his life will be. Is that something you might agree with?”
“Sure.”
“And did you answer because you thought that what I wanted to hear, or did you think about what I said? And answer because you truly believe that to be right?”
“I agree with what you said. Truly.”
“What did I say?”
“…That a mans attitude determines to a large extent how his life will be.”
“So, since you agree, you must be a person who does not care about the good life.”
“How’s that?”
“Well, stop for a lil’ second. And think about it. Can you do that for me?”
chuckles “…Okay. I’m thinking.”
“No, you’re not thinking. You’re too busy being a smart-alec to be thinking. Now, I want you to think. And stop being a smart-alec. Can you try that for me?”
“Look. Where is this going? W-what d’you want me to do?”
“There’s sometimes a buggy. How many driver do a buggy have?”
“One.”
“So let’s just say, I’m driving this buggy. And if you fix your attitude, you can ride along with me.”
“Okay.”
…There’s a great deal to be learned from that interchange, especially in context.





I’ll be honest with you: I’m way too drunk to give this post the consideration it rightfully deserves. I’ll be back later, once I’ve sobered up.