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Some tsurris for Moshe
 
   
 

 

The Ten Commandments for the Twenty-First Century


 

by Ken Mondschein

 

 

Sometime around Easter, Jews everywhere remember their liberation from bondage in Egypt by watching Charlton ham it up in the Cecil B. DeMille production of The Ten Commandments. However, after closely examining the Holy Scriptures, the Corporate Mofo staff has found that this classic work of cinema is out of touch with contemporary sensibility. We therefore present this update of the script for the twenty-first century.

 

[Scene: PHAROAH's throne room, day. PHAROAH is sitting on his throne, attended by nubile slave-girls fanning him with ostrich feathers. MOSES enters in a huff, carrying a staff.]


MOSES


Pharaoh! The Almighty has spoken to me on the mountain, and he has given me a message! Too long have we labored for you, building pyramids. Too long have we suffered under the lash! Too long have we worked without reward! Pharaoh, pay my people a living wage!

 

PHARAOH


What are you, some kind of union organizer?

 

MOSES

No! I am a prophet! See? I can turn my staff into a snake!

 

PHARAOH

But can your God provide low everyday prices?

 

MOSES


Er. . .

 

PHARAOH

I thought not. Let me get this straight. You people come here illegally, we give you jobs, albeit ones that no self-respecting trailer-trash Egyptian would touch, and now you want to be paid for them?

 

MOSES

Look, all we're asking for is enough money for a nice hut in the Land of Goshen, some sort of retirement savings, send our kids to Memphis University, maybe a vacation in Ethiopia once a year. And the working conditions! Thirty thousand guys I have laboring on the Great Pyramid, and then because their taskmaster decides to cut corners on the limestone contracting, it buries half of them alive. And the taskmaster? They made him a Priest of the Dead for his "excellence in sacrificing to the gods"!

 

PHARAOH

Really, Moses, I'd love to help you, but instituting health and safety regulations would make the whole system fall apart.

 

MOSES

What the fuck are you talking about?

 

PHARAOH

Well, we have a duty to provide maximum profit for our investors. That pyramid contract was worth twenty million talents of silver. If the Phoenicians or Moabites can do it cheaper, we lose the contract, they pull out all their money, our stock plummets and then what happens? You're all out of jobs! Me, do I suffer? Hello, no! I'm the Pharaoh! First thing that happens, before they liquidate the assets, I get five million talents. I even get to keep this palace and these slave girls!

 

MOSES


There should be a law!

 

PHARAOH


No one with a brain in their head would pass such a thing! Haven't you ever heard of the "invisible hand of the market"?

 

MOSES


Is that one of your heathen gods? I only believe in the One God, the Eternal, who spoke to me from a burning bush. . .

 

PHARAOH


My god only has one Commandment. It goes like this: "If thou shalt fuck with the rich guy's ability to make more money, then I shall smite your land with dire but unnamed consequences."

 

MOSES


And I suppose you have some holy writings to support this?

 

PHARAOH


Indeed we do. It's called The Wealth of Nations, by Adam Smith.

 

MOSES


That's the dumbest religion I've ever heard of, basing a whole system of belief on a book by some dead guy.

 

PHARAOH

Ahem? Look who's talking.

 

MOSES


Fine, screw you buddy. We'll go on strike.

 

PHARAOH


Moses, if you all don't report to work on Monday, I'm afraid I'm going to have to let your people go.

 

MOSES


Fine. To hell with all of this. We're leaving.

 

PHARAOH


Hey, I won't go chasing after you with chariots. The Hittites or Ethiopians would love to have your jobs. Go starve in the desert for all I care. And take the snake with you.

 

MOSES


We won't starve! The Almighty will provide manna for us!

 

GOD


Uh, I'm sorry, Moses, I hate to break this to you, but we're instituting what's called a "right-to-work" program. . .

 

 

If anyone is a good video editor and wants to help us make this a remix of the Cecil B. De Mille movie, please drop us an e-mail at editor@corporatemofo.com



Posted April 10, 2006 6:04 AM

 


 

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