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<font face="Verdana" color="#002864" size="5"><strong>Markets Care; Governments Don't</strong></font>
<font size="4">by Ted Roberts</font>
<font size="2">[Posted June 11, 2002]</font>
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<font size="2">In the coliseum of capitalism, life or death depends on the
consumer, who rules over the games. Down in the dusty pit, the gladiators battle,
but keep one eye cocked on the emperor. Everything depends on his whim.</font>
<font size="2">Thumbs up means prosperity and bright Rolls Royce showrooms. Thumbs
down signals bankruptcy and dark-paneled courtrooms. Consequently, sellers of
goods and services encourage communication between themselves and the arbiter of
their fate--the shy, but omnipotent consumer, the sphinx with a wallet whose
riddle is always the same: How can you please me?</font>
<font size="2">"Your product is too salty, too sweet, too blue, too big,
too costly, too hard to open. Please me, or die," says the emperor.</font>
<font size="2">Like the other night. I had my usual plateload of salted
hamburger, salted onions, and salted homemade French fries followed by a large
slice of apple pie. I was thirsty, so I opened a Pepsi One. I love that
tricky no-cal Pepsi One. It’s flavored with something that deceives my
taste buds. "Sugar," it registers to my naive brain. Tastes
just like that other cola drink. </font>
<font size="2">But later, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned and
nightmared that an OSHA swat team had shattered my den door and installed
federally approved seat belts on my den sofa and reclining armchairs. A restless
night. It’s that darned caffeine, I thought. So at 8:30 the
next morning, reading it right off the can, I called Pepsi’s toll-free line. Their
representative cheerfully answered my questions regarding caffeine content in
all their products, including Mountain Dew. </font>
<font size="2">Pepsi One, it turns out, has 55 milligrams of caffeine. Great
for energy, but not conducive to dreamland. A better choice before bedtime
is decaffeinated Diet Pepsi. So a trivial matter is resolved, plus I
receive a mini-lecture on Pepsi’s free feedback service.</font>
<font size="2">I’m told that the Pepsi toll-free line has been humming with
customer comments for 20 years. They get a thousand calls a day. And they
don’t contract out this service."We’re all Pepsi employees," the
Pepsi lady proudly informed me. While I had this eager representative
on the line, I volunteered a few constructive suggestions about flavoring the
other Pepsi products with that really-tastes-like-sugar sweetener. She
loved it. </font>
<font size="2">To Pepsi, in its quest for the emperor’s favor, this was a
big thumbs up.</font>
<font size="2">The next morning, I sat at the breakfast table with my morning
companions: two scrambled eggs and the hometown paper. The headline spoke loudly
of our secretary of State’s plans to bring peace to that three-millennia-old
slaughterhouse called the Holy Land --the Middle East, the inspiration for the
World Wrestling Federation. </font>
<font size="2">Hey, I disagree with the SecState’s plan. I once
thumbed through a long magazine article about the Middle East, and I’ve got a
better plan! I’ll call him, or his boss, just like I called Pepsi. And
I know he’s anxious for my better plan, because he works for me and my 50
million fellow taxpayers. I can fire him at his next evaluation period in
November of 2004. So, I know he’s sitting by the phone right now,
mumbling: "Why doesn’t some taxpayer call me with HIS plan?" </font>
<font size="2">Well, you may not believe this, but neither the secretary of
State nor the president has a toll-free line like Pepsi does. Neither
do my congressional representatives. That’s what the operator told me. </font>
<font size="2">Must be some mistake, I tell her. </font>
<font size="2">"Some companies don’t list a toll-free number,"
she tells me electronically. </font>
<font size="2">"Some companies"? I’ll say. The biggest
publicly owned corporation in the history of Western civilization: the U.S.
government! You don’t believe me? Call 1-800-555-1212. Try to get
the White House or your congressman. You can reach the IRS, naturally,
since it expedites the extraction of your taxes. And you can call Pepsi to
ask how many milligrams of caffeine are in Pepsi One. </font>
<font size="2">Is it not rationally baffling that the publicly owned,
hydra-headed conglomerate that governs our nation does not have a toll-free
number? </font>
<font size="2">Why isn’t my president, my congressman, my governor, the
postmaster general, or the county tax assessor as eager to hear my response to
his ministrations as a manufacturer of sugared, cola-flavored water is? Why
does he shun its revelations? </font>
<font size="2">Strange, that politicians are oblivious to its charms but that
giants like Pepsi and even our local mom-and-pop barbecue caterers whirl like a
weather vane in consumers' currents. Too much heat in the barbecue beans? Cozy
Cook Caterers wants to know. They want you to buy their beans. They’ll
reduce the Tabasco if they get enough calls from their 30 to 40 regulars. They
do barbecue chicken and ribs too--both beef and pork. They aim to please. So
if you like the beef ribs better than the pork, they want to know about it. </font>
<font size="2">And if only a handful of puckered-up callers thought their
sauce tasted like green persimmons, they pay attention. They live or die on
your feedback. Sure the call’s free. Everything depends on it. They would
pay you to call. They thrive on your prejudices. </font>
<font size="2">Villainous Pepsi, too: the sugar-water company that has
skirmished with the blue-nosed Health Police for years? Pepsi, the enamel
eater, the tooth destroyer? Wouldn’t they kill the tooth fairy herself
for an additional quarter percent return on investment; or at least fill her so
full of Pepsi that she’d flutter to the floor? But the beverage and food
conglomerate obeys that canon of capitalism which, for better or worse,
enthrones the consumer. Please us, or die, says the emperor.</font>
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<font size="2">Ted Roberts writes from Huntsville, Alabama. Send him MAIL.
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