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Tony Proscio, in one of his jargon books, has this description of stakeholders:
In most civic and charitable projects, the people with a "stake" in the results are legion. When people try to improve schools or health care or Social Security, who has a "stake" in the results? Answer: All of us - every last woman, man, and child. Half the time, STAKEHOLDERS is a passable substitute for "all the living, and even a few of the dead." As such, in any practical context it is useless noise.
The only explanation for the spectacular success of STAKEHOLDERS in the philanthropic demimonde is that the word sounds tantalizingly like its cousin "stockholders." For those with a painful, gnawing envy of Wall Street and all its blandishments, the desire for stockholders must have the merciless pull of an addiction. (Funny, that: Most actual denizens of Wall Street would be delighted to give their stockholders the heave-ho, as long as they could hold on to the capital.) Among Wall Street wannabes, a word that gives the thrilling feeling of stock without the nuisance of actually paying dividends would naturally be a big hit. For those with a chemical dependence on the gibberish of high finance, STAKEHOLDERS is something like methadone: It eases some of the craving, without inflicting the harmful side-effects of the real thing.
March 07, 2007 at 07:45 AM
"For those with a chemical dependence on the gibberish of high finance, STAKEHOLDERS is something like methadone: It eases some of the craving, without inflicting the harmful side-effects of the real thing"
a stake is a rube's stock
if he turns to a jack ...he'll use it ...err drive
right where it goes
lower right box
thru the saurian heart pump
of dragged up
count cheney there
how'd you make him
so ex- blubberous
he's looking marvelous
i'll want you at my death bed
owen paine |
March 08, 2007 at 08:11 AM
He's the forebear of the handsome Frank Langella Dracula, The Hunger's David Bowie who slashes with his crucifix but gently glides his bow over the antique cello.
Stuart Johnson |
March 08, 2007 at 08:32 AM
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