Drucker’s Monster [the Corp.]
If I were to write this as a morality play, it would go something like this. Drucker is Dr. Frankenstein, and the corporation is his monster. Drucker’s Igor is John Marshall. The Christian Drucker possesses neither the alchemy of the Rabbi Loew, nor the word of God with which to infuse his creation. Drucker also has no way to pull the plug on the corporate monster, even if he were so inclined. Drucker/Frankenstein tries to manage. In the end the monster outlives its creator, re-creates him in his (the monster’s) image. The show is called “Repackaging,” but it doesn’t end yet.
Outside the theater, we, the audience, are made to witness and feed the monster’s growing appetites. No matter how much or how many it consumes, it is never engorged, never satisfied. This creature is driven by an insatiable hunger for land and blood, and it will not stop until it has consumed the Earth. The Jihadists rise up against it. They try feeding it barrels of oil to poison it, which the monster loves. So the Jihadist resort to reproducing faster than the monster’s helpers and offspring (it clones them of itself) can manufacture bullets.
I don’t know the ending yet.
