"That the Marketplace is the Great Arbiter is a Universal Truth. You don’t have to like it, but then, feelings don’t really have any place in business, do they?
Life is a steamroller, Babies. Climb aboard or be flattened.
I just adore all the simple-minded claptrap here about “American Made” products. Does no one here remember the 70’s, when General Motors gave the keys to Detroit to the Japanese auto makers? Don’t you remember those wretched, horrid, ugly cars GM tried to push on its consumer base?
As I recall, no one bought those pathetic excuses for cars, and Toyota became a household word. American auto makers became brutally acquainted with the stark reality that there are other countries in the world where cars could be built; and they have subsequently changed their attitude.
But that does not change the fact that corporations are ruthless.
What is so delectably delicious, though, is the other fact, that corporations are not ambiguous, mysterious entities to be talked about in hushed, ethereal tones. No. They are people, ordinary people, and that is to say, ruthless people.
You don’t like it? Don’t participate. Grow your own cotton and make your own cheap shirts.
Get a grip, would ya? Wal-Mart executives were beside themselves with joy on the day Sam Walton died. That afternoon all that malarkey about American made this and American made that went right out the corporate back door. Since then, Wal-Mart has flourished.
Why do you suppose that is? You ever shop at Wal-Mart? No? You’re lying. America shops at Wal-Mart because that’s where good products are available at low prices.
And please, desist with all that lachrymose belly-aching about the poor little kiddies in the sweat shops. People, i.e., ruthless people, don’t care about the plight of poor little brown boys and girls hoveled in adobe shacks in a date palm desert. They care about price tags, about how much bang they can get for their buck. In a word, they care about themselves.
There’s another Universal Truth for you to chew on.
Best regards,"