Tale 1:The Liberal, the Free-marketer and the the Socialist: A Tale of three approaches
A Liberal from the Big Apple, a Free-Marketer from the Windy City and a Socialist/maoist from the heart of the BIMARU states once happened to meet at a Social science Jamboree that went by the name of Global Anti-Social Forum.
A peasant just then wandered in, along with his family, in search of a meal. His eyes lit up with a rare hope when informed, in English (not in the uncivilised 'vernacular' tongues), by a fashionably (or what is the same, scantily) clad female, a 'volunteer' at the gala event, that these great souls had assembled here to deliberate upon the Poor Peasant and His Problems, and he uttered, between broke sobs, "Noble Sirs, I humbly salute you, and ask you to put me out of my misery, to put some bread into my mouth and roof over my Head"!
Thus Spake the Great Men:
The Liberal (L): Hail to democracy, Victory to the People, down with Oppression. Friends, I represent to you Hope, the Hope that people shall break all shackles of tyranny.
Look at what we have done with liberal values, achieved equality before the Law, engendered a Free Press, enshrined Free Speech, encouraged libert(ine's)y[, attained gender equality]
The Free-Marketer (FM): My Friends, do not be misled by the liturgy of the Liberal, he knows not what he speaketh.
Listen to me, I am the New Religion, I am Legion, I shape lives, I provide the Correct Signal, worship at my Altar.
My God is the Profit, His Book is The Market, His Staff is Price, His Commandments are The Competitive Market, Laissez Faire, No Inflation, and His Angels include Milton Freidman.
Know that the Religion of the Market is the Opium of the (M)asses....
The Socialist: Death to the Enemy of the Peasants. Peasants of the World, do Not fall into the Trap of the New Religion, Hearken to my Voice, the Voice of Hope, of Revival, or Revolution.
Follow my Path and you shall be saved, Led into a New Egalitarian World, of Plenty, of Equality. Give me Blood and Babies and I shall give you Death and Destruction..
Liberal: Alas, my friends, believe in my message of peace, of brotherhood, not in the messages of destruction and of following pagan and cruel Gods.
Defend your rights to your last breath, Fight for your rights, remember that Eternal vigilance is the Price of Democracy.
Then, looking at the utterly befogged peasant, and feeling that a demonstration of their powers would be most convincing,
Thus acted the Great Men:
Liberal: "Look here, wretched peasant, you cannot Feed your family, How do you expect your wife to live. Here, I shall set right this injustice against Womanhood, and uphold the superiority and rights of a wronged womanhood", and promptly took her as the spoils of Evangelism.
FreeMarketer: "Heathen!, Knave!, I shall have to visit the Curse upon your unbelieving Soul, and I curse that your children be separated from you", and promptly set the children to earning their living, and making His God a Profit
The Socialist: "Enemy of the Peasants, and a counter-revolutionary, I shall yet reform you", and so saying, he Set him at once to Fighting, and Bled him till He could Bleed no more.
Just then rushed in a bevy of beauties, along with a bearded man or two, in tattered clothing and with battered slogans, calumniating the Liberals for their Wantoness and Hypocrisy, the FreeMarketers for their immoral Lust, the Socialisits for their Cruely, the peasant for his ignorance and gullibility. On being Duly propitiated with press photographs and attentions of the Great Men, they declared their mission accomplished and adjourned themselves to attack evils elsewhere.
Thus Concluded a Great Session and the Organisers congratulated the participants for showing them the Way. Each then went their Way, the Great Men glad at Having an opporunity of uplifing Lesser Mortals, Lesser Mortals Glad at Having had an opportunity to do their mite for the Upliftment of the Nether Beings, the AGO's(Anti-Governmental Organisations) at having succesfully opposed all the participants.
The Peasant then slowly opened his mouth, lips feebly, and in vain, searching for a drop of water, was promptly photographed by the now-free Press breathing His last.
The Press then resolved that his death would not go unremarked, and made their editor and owner a great profit.
Thereby Hangs the Tale of Development, remarked a Wag.
A Liberal from the Big Apple, a Free-Marketer from the Windy City and a Socialist/maoist from the heart of the BIMARU states once happened to meet at a Social science Jamboree that went by the name of Global Anti-Social Forum.
A peasant just then wandered in, along with his family, in search of a meal. His eyes lit up with a rare hope when informed, in English (not in the uncivilised 'vernacular' tongues), by a fashionably (or what is the same, scantily) clad female, a 'volunteer' at the gala event, that these great souls had assembled here to deliberate upon the Poor Peasant and His Problems, and he uttered, between broke sobs, "Noble Sirs, I humbly salute you, and ask you to put me out of my misery, to put some bread into my mouth and roof over my Head"!
Thus Spake the Great Men:
The Liberal (L): Hail to democracy, Victory to the People, down with Oppression. Friends, I represent to you Hope, the Hope that people shall break all shackles of tyranny.
Look at what we have done with liberal values, achieved equality before the Law, engendered a Free Press, enshrined Free Speech, encouraged libert(ine's)y[, attained gender equality]
The Free-Marketer (FM): My Friends, do not be misled by the liturgy of the Liberal, he knows not what he speaketh.
Listen to me, I am the New Religion, I am Legion, I shape lives, I provide the Correct Signal, worship at my Altar.
My God is the Profit, His Book is The Market, His Staff is Price, His Commandments are The Competitive Market, Laissez Faire, No Inflation, and His Angels include Milton Freidman.
Know that the Religion of the Market is the Opium of the (M)asses....
The Socialist: Death to the Enemy of the Peasants. Peasants of the World, do Not fall into the Trap of the New Religion, Hearken to my Voice, the Voice of Hope, of Revival, or Revolution.
Follow my Path and you shall be saved, Led into a New Egalitarian World, of Plenty, of Equality. Give me Blood and Babies and I shall give you Death and Destruction..
Liberal: Alas, my friends, believe in my message of peace, of brotherhood, not in the messages of destruction and of following pagan and cruel Gods.
Defend your rights to your last breath, Fight for your rights, remember that Eternal vigilance is the Price of Democracy.
Then, looking at the utterly befogged peasant, and feeling that a demonstration of their powers would be most convincing,
Thus acted the Great Men:
Liberal: "Look here, wretched peasant, you cannot Feed your family, How do you expect your wife to live. Here, I shall set right this injustice against Womanhood, and uphold the superiority and rights of a wronged womanhood", and promptly took her as the spoils of Evangelism.
FreeMarketer: "Heathen!, Knave!, I shall have to visit the Curse upon your unbelieving Soul, and I curse that your children be separated from you", and promptly set the children to earning their living, and making His God a Profit
The Socialist: "Enemy of the Peasants, and a counter-revolutionary, I shall yet reform you", and so saying, he Set him at once to Fighting, and Bled him till He could Bleed no more.
Just then rushed in a bevy of beauties, along with a bearded man or two, in tattered clothing and with battered slogans, calumniating the Liberals for their Wantoness and Hypocrisy, the FreeMarketers for their immoral Lust, the Socialisits for their Cruely, the peasant for his ignorance and gullibility. On being Duly propitiated with press photographs and attentions of the Great Men, they declared their mission accomplished and adjourned themselves to attack evils elsewhere.
Thus Concluded a Great Session and the Organisers congratulated the participants for showing them the Way. Each then went their Way, the Great Men glad at Having an opporunity of uplifing Lesser Mortals, Lesser Mortals Glad at Having had an opportunity to do their mite for the Upliftment of the Nether Beings, the AGO's(Anti-Governmental Organisations) at having succesfully opposed all the participants.
The Peasant then slowly opened his mouth, lips feebly, and in vain, searching for a drop of water, was promptly photographed by the now-free Press breathing His last.
The Press then resolved that his death would not go unremarked, and made their editor and owner a great profit.
Thereby Hangs the Tale of Development, remarked a Wag.
posted by Unknown at
Sunday, April 16, 2006
1 Comments:
How about the tale of the unbiased economist, who after modelling the peasant's microeconomic decisions and drops by in the end to report everything in positive statements about the worthlessness of his investments and expenditures ?
Anyway, if the links I gave you did not work for you, here is another link:
http://shakri.blogspot.com/2006/04/writing-in-kannada-on-internet.html
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