A recent item in the New York Times brings to light an important issue the Fellowship feels the time is right to address. The woman featured, Nancy Nipples, has clearly found her true calling as a dairy saleswoman.
As this country dips into a recession, it has become clear to the Fellowship that the market economy has simply failed. Yes, listen closely, Adam Smith was wrong.
But we fear that so is everyone else. And so we believe that Ms. Nipples is paving the way to the future. A balanced economy is one in which every person fulfills the task meant for them by their name.
No longer will Ms. Smith waste her time educating Kindergarten classes at Oak Park Elementary school in Rhode Island. Nay, Ms. Smith will become a blacksmith who will build tools for Mr. Carpenter to convert that school into an oak park, which will be easily serviced by the dozens of new roads covering the island.
The taxi driver who dropped the Fellowship home last night (after a top-secret classified strategy session) named Mr. Walker will certainly be looking for a more appropriate job.
And certainly no one can doubt that legend Tiger Woods wouldn’t be more suited to a career tracking the great felines through the Siberian forests.
The sooner the world embraces our natural economic system, the better off we will be.
SURNAMES OF THE WORLD, UNITE!
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The recent FOF blog, "A New World Economy", is both disappointing and troubling as it suggests discriminatory sentiments towards individuals who happen to have born into a family whose surname does not denote any particular profession. If surnames are meant to dictate one's purpose, profession, and passion; what then shall happen to the Kohnkes, Perhamus, Bechellis, and even Thomas of the world? I hate to be forced to make this untimely and unpleasant observation, but once again Fellow Thomas, like in your rountinely pessimistic and negative remarks, you have failed the Fellowship.
Failed? FAILED you say?
I think not.
While I thought it was self-explanatory, apparently some fellows are not as fellowific as myself.
All those surnames for whom there appears to be no proper profession is simply a "fellow of the human race."
Except Bechelli. Because in Italian, that means barber.
"Simply a fellow of the human race."
Since when is being a Fellow simple? My concern for your fellowly well being is becoming increasingly heightened.
It has come to this fellow's attention that Rhode Island is, in fact, not an island.
Therefore all Mr. Sledgehammers and Mr. Mortars are hereby directed to assist Rhode Island achieve its god-given role.
TEAR DOWN THIS CONTINENTAL CONNECTION.
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