business wars
Iconic and sometimes notorious business wars between key thought leaders and competitors in multiple categories, genres, and topics. From Nintendo and Sega to Penthouse and Playboy.
The Boy Who Carried the Ball Home
I didn’t go to the game for the score. I went because my nephew asked me to. He’s twelve, wears his hair in a messy bun, and talks about basketball like it’s a secret language only he and the ball understand. “It’s not about winning,” he’d said, eyes bright. “It’s about who shows up when it matters.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD3 months ago in Journal
The Simple Reason AI Fails Frequently Is The Same As Why Humans Fail Frequently...
AI has taken the world by storm over the past couple of years. It has taken off so much... That businesses are now starting to replace workers with AI.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)3 months ago in Journal
A Conversation with Carolina Guerreno, Chief Financial Officer (CFO)
In today’s rapidly evolving business environment, the role of a Chief Financial Officer has expanded far beyond balance sheets and quarterly reports. Modern CFOs are strategic partners, growth enablers, and steady leaders during uncertainty. Few executives embody this evolution as clearly as Carolina Guerreno, whose career reflects both financial rigor and forward-thinking leadership.
By Carolina Guerreno3 months ago in Journal
China requests that the US "stop toppling" the Venezuelan government and free Maduro.
China has urged the US to free Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro right away after Washington launched huge military attacks on Caracas, the country's capital, and other areas, kidnapping the leader.
By Francis Dami3 months ago in Journal
The Third World War is no longer a mere hypothesis; its signs are now far more visible than ever before.
Dark clouds of war are currently hovering over the blue waters of the Caribbean Sea, where the world’s greatest powers are moving toward a confrontation that has forced the entire globe to hold its breath. The thunder of American naval fleets near the shores of Venezuela and fighter jets circling the skies have marked the beginning of a silent war whose outcome remains unknown.
By Hafeez Alam3 months ago in Journal
Where did the war begin ?
To understand the roots of the conflict, one must look back more than a century, to the time when Venezuela’s vast natural resources—especially oil—became the focus of foreign interests. From 1920 to 1976, for nearly fifty years, Venezuela’s oil industry was almost entirely controlled by foreign corporations. Three multinational companies owned approximately 98 percent of the country’s oil reserves, two of which were American. During this period, Venezuela remained politically independent in name, but economically dependent in reality. Its most valuable resource was extracted, managed, and profited from largely by foreign powers, while the Venezuelan people saw limited benefits.
By Hafeez Alam3 months ago in Journal
LinkedIn and Bangladesh’s Digital Workforce Transformation: Youth, Startups, and Future Skills
By Tuhin Sarwar | Dhaka। 02। December । 2025 । From her modest home in Sylhet, 24-year-old Rafia Hussain flips open a second-hand laptop, logs into the LinkedIn app and reviews an inbox of messages from clients in London, Singapore and Dubai. She adjusts a brand mock-up for a global startup, schedules a call with a US design director and uploads a revised style guide all before breakfast is done.
By Tuhin Sarwar3 months ago in Journal
Why We Watch the Fall
I’ve never worn gloves. But I’ve stood in my own ring. It was a rainy Tuesday in March. I sat across from a hiring panel, my résumé trembling in my hand, reciting answers I’d rehearsed for weeks. I’d been unemployed for eight months. My savings were gone. That job wasn’t just a paycheck—it was my lifeline. When they said, “We’ll be in touch,” I knew. The silence that followed wasn’t neutral. It was final.
By KAMRAN AHMAD3 months ago in Journal
The Boy Who Didn’t Look Away
I was seventeen the first time I saw someone truly lose—and not just lose, but lose in front of everyone. It was a school assembly. A poetry contest. My friend Mateo had spent weeks writing a piece about his mother’s hands—how they cracked from cleaning other people’s houses, how they still braided his little sister’s hair every morning before dawn. He stood at the mic, voice trembling at first, then rising like a song. For three minutes, the gym was silent. Then he finished. And no one clapped.
By KAMRAN AHMAD3 months ago in Journal
The Night Football Felt Like Church
I’d never been to Lambeau Field. I wasn’t a diehard fan. I didn’t own a jersey. I couldn’t name the starting quarterback. But when my brother called in late November—voice hoarse from crying—he didn’t ask for advice. He just said, “Come with me to the game. I can’t go alone.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD3 months ago in Journal
