Unfrozen Caveman Interview

“Hey, business is business. You use a gun, I use a fountain pen what’s the difference? Let’s put it in my terms: you’re in a hostile takeover, you snatch us up for some green mail, but you’re not expecting some poison pill to be running around the building, am I right?” – Die Hard

Sorry I edited out Worf.  He was such a prima Dorn-a.

I’m here with my friend, Coroc.  Coroc was frozen in an accident in the year 5000 B.C. which may or may not have been related to the first recorded time a man said, “Oh, yeah?  Hold my beer.”

Coroc was thawed after his body was found while a construction crew was excavating the foundations for a McDonald’s® that was being built in Kharkov.  Coroc has since gotten a degree from Harvard® Law and an MBA from Wharton© and has also killed an elk with a pocket knife in the parking lot of a Wendy’s™.  I’ve asked him for an interview so I could get in a few questions about his unique experiences in dealing with business and economic situations.

John Wilder (JW):  Coroc, I image the world is much different than when you were frozen into a block of ice near Kharkov 7,000 years ago.  What’s the best new invention that you’ve seen?

Coroc IceBeer (CI):  PEZ®.  It is a light and fruity brick of flavor that explodes in your mouth like Magorthath’s axe explodes the skulls of his feeble enemies.  It makes me laugh, but not too much, for that is womanly.

JW:  Your last name is IceBeer.  Did you have beer back then?

Coroc:  If we didn’t have beer, there would have been many maidens left unplowed, if you know what I mean.  So, yes.  Beer is, how you say, awesome, although I can assure you we would not have had any of that Bud Light™.  We would rather have consumed the flat body of a badger that had been walked on by many horses and then left out on the ground for a week.

A crying Möbius strip walks into a bar, crying.  The bartender asks, “What’s wrong?”  The Möbius strip says, “Where do I even begin?”

JW:  Whoa, that escalated quickly!  Let’s change the subject a bit.  When dealing with a middle manager that didn’t give you the appropriate chance for advancement, what did you do back then?

Coroc:  This happened many times.  When a leader was too old or feeble, we would simply say, “You, you are not fit to lead!  Go and gather berries with the women or I will split your skull with my axe.”  Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

JW:  What happened if you fought?

Coroc:  Well, depends on if you win or lose.  Lose?  No problem, since you were dead.  Win?  No problem, since you took his women, took his hut, and took his things.  Only a real problem if his women were named Karen.

JW:  Sounds violent.

Coroc:  Yes, it was the original hostile takeover.

I don’t like sweeping.  Floors are beneath me.

JW:  Did people ever not have jobs?

Coroc:  No.  Everyone had a job.  Need someone to go hunt?  Yes.  We always needed that.  Need someone to go and fight the idiot tribe next door that wouldn’t turn their music down after eleven?  Yes, men needed.  Need someone to fish and drink beer?  Yes.  Always needed.

JW:  What if someone didn’t want to help out?

Coroc:  I don’t understand.  I already told you about the hostile takeover.

JW:  Let’s shift gears.  Here in 2023, we have a complex economy that uses electronic ledgers to keep track of the movement of goods and services and the payment from one country to another.  This is enforced with many central banks working together to balance the flow of currency from one country to another.  How did you do that, Coroc?

Coroc:  Crom.  I thought 7,000 years would have made you people smarter.  In my time, in Scythia, we had horses.  We had women.  Fiery, lusty women with big manes of blonde hair, massive thighs that they could crack walnuts with.  Strong, birthing hips.  We rode our horses, took our axes, and made piece with other tribes.

JW:  Don’t you mean “peace” instead of “piece”?

Coroc:  No.  They gave us a piece.  Simple.  And no problem with Human Resources, since we treated every tribe exactly alike.  And there was no corporate debt to worry about.

What do you call a heavy metal band with financial problems?  Megadebt.

JW:  When it came So you didn’t have to worry about interest rates?

Coroc:  The only interest I had was in the rate my enemy would die so I could hear the lamentation of his women.  I think that was our major metric on our KPI, the relative volume of the lamentation of the women.

JW:  What about your stock market?

Coroc:  It was pretty stable.  You can only eat so much steak per day.  We kept a close eye on our stocks.

JW:  What was your retirement like?

Coroc:  Retirement meant, mostly, hanging out with the gods once you died in battle.  It was a pretty good plan, leave 5% of your lootings in a plan, get 2.5% tribal match.  And there was free healthcare!  If you had poor health, we didn’t care.  See?  Free.  Simple.

JW:  So, were you ever plagued by guilt over your colonizer attitude?

Coroc:  (Sadly)  Yes, we were sometimes feeling guilty of our ability as colonizers.  There are only so many men that we could use to fight, so our ability to conquer even the feeble toothless enemies we had was limited.  Why, some years we would only vanquish a few kingdoms and petty princelings.

Is the sculptor of his statue a Khan artist?

JW:  Was there much poverty in your tribe?

Coroc:  We had a great poverty prevention program.  It was called starvation.  Worked wonders.

JW:  Last question, what about inflation?  Did your tribe ever see inflation?

Coroc:  Only under one leader who tried to make smooth round rocks currency.  Worked horrible, pretty soon everyone was strong, though, infinite amount of small round rocks back in Scythia, so it was great leg day.

JW:  What happened to that leader?

Coroc:  Hostile takeover.