Small businessmen work to grow their business. Big businessmen work to grow moats around their business. And oligarchs work to grow their thrones.
Unfortunately such distinctions nimbly evade the notice of most conservatives, who are perfectly happy muttering “free markets” at Mark Zuckerberg’s feet. The fact that the CEO-class views them with more disdain than a $1 bill seems perpetually insufficient to generate a healthy reciprocal spite. Practically everywhere and in every circumstance big business is aligned completely with the left. As such, it is exclusively those on the right who find themselves unemployed by Our Values, and exclusively the left who are swaddled in silken layers of corporate cash.
If the mainstream right were to ever rouse itself from this embarrassing opium dream, it would move with purpose toward deposing the corner-office philosopher kings. As an impetus, consider this interesting story about Google dictating an independent website’s article content in order for it to qualify for ad revenues. I don’t know if they’re so brilliant as to be effectively imbeciles, but you could hardly ask for a more conspicuous admission of malign monopoly power than that.
Shell doesn’t doesn’t threaten to stop “haters” from filling up their cars, because those threats would be impotent. There’s an Exxon on the next block. But if Google can withhold its 77% search market share, then a commercial Internet property will often be forced by finances to bow. And soon we have the occupants of one boardroom bubble controlling content for hundreds of millions.
That’s why I told Google they weren’t going to make a penny off this website.
But even more terrifying for them than that is the course toward which conservatives should press their political representation: regulation and/or anti-trust. Neuter the malicious tech behemoths into neutral public utilities. Or break Google into ten private mini-evils. And when one of those seven percent market share fragments calls to demand the removal of an opinion piece, the site proprietor can safely advise them to proceed with auto intercourse. Maybe you’ve heard this before, but we don’t have to live like this.
Corporations exist at the nation’s sufferance, not we at theirs. If plutocrats merely wanted to fuck models, scatter mansions, and sack-slide down hills of Ferraris no one here would spare a grumble. But our clemency for avarice should cease the moment it becomes devoted to our meek demise. Americans didn’t ask Eric Schmidt to define the contours of acceptable opinion. Workers didn’t request to train their foreign replacements. And no nation needs its borders dissolved on order of Antoinettes behind palace walls.
Do you demand to live among dreamers? Then erect your corporate HQs in San Pedro Sula, you duplicitous, wing-tipped worms. Seeing all of you bivouacked sans bodyguards in a Central American shanty-town is my dream. It would be heartless to deny me its realization.