You have meddled with the primary forces of nature, Mr Beale, and I won't have it! Is that clear?
You think you merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tide and gravity. It is ecological balance.
You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no Third Worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems. One vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multi-varied, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rands, rubles, pounds and shekels.
It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic, and sub-atomic and galactic structure of things today.
And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature. And you will atone.
Am I getting through to you, Mr Beale?
You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.
What do you think the Russians talk about in their Councils of State? Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, mini-max solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do.
We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bye-laws of of business. The world is a business, Mr Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime.
And our children will live, Mr Beale, to see that ... perfect ... world in which there is no war nor famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company for whom all men will work to serve a common profit. In which all men will hold a share of stock.
All necessities provided. All anxieties tranquilized. All boredom amused.
Thank you, LotD! I like it.
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Craig-James Moncur
My name is Montague William the III
And what I will tell you may well sound absurd
But the less who believe it, the better for me
For you see ... I'm in banking and big industry
For many a year we have controlled your lives
While you all just struggle and suffer and strive
We created the things that you don't really need
Your, your sports cars, and fashions, and plasma TV's
I remember it clearly how all this begun
Family secrets from father to son
Inherited knowledge that gives me the edge
While you peasants people lie sleeping at night in your beds
We control the money that controls your lives
Whilst you worship false idols and wouldn't think twice
About selling you souls for a place in the sun
These things that won't matter when your time is done
But as long as they're there to control the masses
I just sit back and consider my assets
Safe in the knowledge that I have it all
While you common people are losing your jobs
You see ... I just told you in utter contempt
But the smile on my face well it makes me exempt
For I have the weapon of global TV
Which gives us connection and invites empathy
You would really believe that we look out for you
While we bankers and brokers are only a few
But if you saw that you'd take back the power
Hence, daily terrors to make you all cower
The panics, the crashes, the wars, and the illness
That keep you from finding your spiritual wholeness
We rig the game, and we buy-out both sides
To keep you enslaved in your pitiful lives
So, go out and work as you body clock fades
And when it's all over a few years from the grave
You'll look back on all this and just then you'll see
That your life was nothing ... a mere fantasy
There are very few things that we don't now control
To have lawyers and police force was always a goal
Doing our bidding while you march on the street
But, they never realized that they're only just sheep
For real power resides in the hands of a few
You voted for parties, what more could you do?
But what you don't know is they're one and the same
Old Gordon has passed good Ole David the reins
And you'll follow the leader who was put there by you
But your blood it runs red while our blood runs blue
But you simply don't see it's all part of the game
Another distraction like money and fame
Get ready for wars in the name of the free
Vaccinations for illness that will never be
Assault on you children's impressionable minds
And a micro-chipped world you'll put-up no fight
Information suppression will keep you in toe
Depopulation of peasants was always our goal
But eugenics was not what we hoped it would be
Oh yes, it was us that funded NAZI's
But as long as we own all the media too
What's really happening does not concern you
So just go on watching your plasma TV
And the world will be run by the one's you can't see