William Schambra, at NPQ, in assessing the present state of metrics mania, and the ever changing parade of biz school buzzwords speaks of philanthroptists "cracking the metrics whip." I admire Bill, as a man and as an academic. And I fully understand why he may not wish to acknowledge his debt to the Brand that Dare not Speak its Name, in polite circles, the Brand of all Brands, the Frame of all Human Life and Discourse (Wealth Bondage: Capitalism Rebooted), but when he steals our riffs, I do wish he would at least acknowlege the prior Greatness of Mistress Candidia, she with the fucking Harvard MBA, whose theories of Adaptive Philanthropy ("Kiss my boots!") have long ruled the theory and practice of MBA-Illuminated Philanthropy. I don't mind personally that my life work in Wealth Bondage goes at best unnoticed and at worst reviled, but my Boss, is ticked. The metrics whip, stiff with the blood, sweat and tears of lesser mortals, is her property and those who forget it are marked for correction, lash by lash, until they kiss the hand that beats them, as all must in a well-ordered civil society. It is not that bad, really. Sometimes we get dog treats, too.
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