Capitalist vs Socialist

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I have a boss who works 20 hours so not much opportunity to blog. I plan to do a post on all my culinary experiences but in the meanwhile here is some food for thought.

In the numerous meetings I am attending here, a point came up where some government policies had an implication on software design. This country happens to be Spain, it also came up that since Spain is a socialist country, they have such policies in place. The person went on to make a comment - "Socialists are just so stuck"

That's USA for you - purely capitalist!

Comments

Kausum said…
I would disagree ... Its just that the world to Americans are just they themselves. Anything else is out of order.
11:02 PM
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