Mission: B-School, Invasion and Propaganda Operation, Code Name: Karl M.

Please note: what follows is a mere skeleton of the mission's former glory. The pictures below used to be in some deliberate order, and accompanied by a play-by-play record of our movements (a general explanation of just what the hell we were up to can be found in the original e-mail issue), complete with background ambiance courtesy of the Mission: Impossible soundtrack (all rights reserved by whomever, yadda yadda yadda). But, alas, many of our most vital files (like the FAQ based on exam questions) have been accidently lost and/or destroyed. The search for backups continues, and we'll keep you informed as the situation evolves. Should anyone actually have in their possession copies of any of the missing UP material on disk or hardcopy, please email me immediately and earn our undying gratitude, a virtual shrine devoted to your humble self created and published by our humble selves on this humble site, and not one word about copyright infringement. In the meantime, your patience please, and wear a hardhat.

Clothed appropriately, gear at hand, we deactivate our local business school's tip-top security system with a banana, and throw the dogs off with a nice chunk of ground round.

We creep stealthily up to the back entrance.

Meanwhile, an unsuspecting Business School student, aka Mr. Charles Albert Bacon III, aka, materialistic yuppie money-grabbing scum bourgeois, approaches the main entrance, his mind joyously contemplating the money he'll soon make, with nary a suspicion of comeuppance in his future.

Perimeter is penetrated! We're inside!

"Hm, Goldman Sachs. Sure, they would give me a nice offer, but why not hold out for J. P. Morgan?"

With only a wimper of protest, Bacon walks right into our waiting ambush.

Off with the casual-yet-professional tweed blazer!

Flannel! Muhahaha! Flannel, we say!

What's that he's carrying? Adam Smith? No! Fie upon it!

Fie, indeed!

Bacon attempts a feeble protest ("but...but...I think Smith has a very good point about the market...and in the context of what Weber has to say..." Silly, silly man. He knows his Classics of Social and Political Thought, sure, but what of Self, Culture, and Society?? Yeah, that's right, SOCIETY!

Some of these fine, ~~seminal~~ovular feminist essays ought to help.

Cell phone?! CELL PHONE??! Don't you realize people are DYING in Africa, right this moment?!

Oh no, you won't be needing that Beemer anymore. We're trading it in for this fine, functional Yugo (yes, that's a rainbow keychain. And we do expect to see you at the next Gay Pride parade, yes indeedy!)

Chuck -- transformed and renewed, and only a little bit dazed by his experience -- trots off to spread the word among his less fortunate colleagues.

Meanwhile, we proceed to step two: Marx-Engels Readers for everyone!