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SOCIALISM
You have 2 cows.
You give one to your neighbor

 

COMMUNISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and gives you some milk

 

FASCISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and sells you some milk

 

NAZISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and shoots you

 

BUREAUCRATISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other dry, and then
throws the milk away

 

TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM


You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.

 

VENTURE CAPITALISM
You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your dodgy lawyer at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.
The annual report says the company owns ten cows, with an option on one more.

 

SURREALISM
You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

 

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
Later, you hire a consultant to analyze why the cow has dropped dead.

 

A SPANISH CORPORATION
You have two cows. You borrow lots of euros to build barns, milking sheds, hay stores, feed sheds, dairies, cold stores, abattoirs, cheese units and packing sheds.
You still only have two cows.

 

A FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike, organize a riot, and block the roads, dump 5 tons of cowshit on the steps of the National Assembly because it’s a national pastime.

 

A GREEK CORPORATION
You have two cows borrowed from French and German banks.
You eat both of them.
The banks call to collect their milk, but you cannot deliver so you call the IMF
The IMF loans you two cows. You eat both of them.
The banks and the IMF call to collect their cows/milk.
You are out getting a haircut.

 

A JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce
twenty times the milk.
You then create a clever cow cartoon image called a Cowkimona and market it worldwide.

 

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.
You decide to have lunch.

 

A SWISS CORPORATION
You have 5000 cows. None of them belong to you.
You charge the owners for storing them.

 

A CANADIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are sorry.

 

AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Business seems pretty good.
You close the office and go to the Pub for a few beers to celebrate.

 

A CHINESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.
You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.

 

AN INDIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You worship them.

 

A BRITISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are mad.

 

AN IRAQI CORPORATION
Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
You tell them that you have none.
No-one believes you, so they bomb the ###### out of you and invade your country.
You still have no cows, but at least you are now a Democracy.

 

A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION
You have two cows.
The one on the left looks very attractive...

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