Pol pot had a point

In simpler terms: who the fuck would work 40 hours a week for the goals of a society that won’t even give them a reliable comfy place to sleep? What kind of owned little object would do that?

do you want to feel superior

Almost alwaya. Not that anyone ever ASKED my consent.

do you want to increase access to your ideas

More often than not.

dense tome

The kinds of people who will actually read any sort of book probably like to either challenge themselves or want knowledge presented efficiently, if they don’t just want a good grade in communism. All of those would motivate you to read something a little more exciting than ‘good things good sometimes bad things bad sometimes: the book’. Challenge is not insult, fight me bitch.

‘Reasonable’ like ‘do we think we could probably actually do this’. So like not everyone can live in a twenty acre footprint palace in downtown. Wouldn’t work, don’t have enough materials and the logistics don’t check out.

We can probably do like a solid one or two bedroom apartment in a city or a pretty recently sized house in the country with some personally administered land attached for everybody who wants them in at least the kind of place they want it, with maybe multiple studios or tricked out RV’s for people who split their time between multiple places. We can do that. Its not a huge ask, the resources mostly exist or could be converted without an implausible or society disrupting amount of effort.

That’s what an economy is meant to do, you see. It’s supposed to see that non-depleting resources like indoor space and railroad lines are built and put to use as efficiently as possible, and depletable resources are developed expended when its smart and conserved when that’s smart, with labor being skilled up and put to use for some compromise between any number of optimization criteria such as human happiness space marine miniatures or FLOPS.

The maintenance of stratified classes is more of an ideological project for which the economy is hijacked by a bunch of parasitic not-even-metaphorical vampires and their deranged cultists. Economies aren’t actually for that, and not in like a ‘Hitachi says it doesn’t make sex toys’ way, but more of a ‘Raytheon says they don’t make sex toys why do I smell meat’ way. They’re genuinely for other stuff, and you can absolutely run them without the insane ideology.

For example by putting all those cultists in chains to live lives of public abuse and optimize human happiness!

This is beautiful, thank you.

Yeah. I’m negotiating with my landlord about planting explosives in nonstructural walls. Blood for blood lack of trains.

But only if I become evil at the same time. Yes.

Is this the first thing they have ever read?

So is cancer.

Maybe the argument is that everyone should have the things this relatively rich person cannot afford. Not just in a SciFi utopia way, but in the sense of it being reasonable.

I want to be rich; I have an evil bimbofication fetish. Its why all my plates and stuff are lead.

You are under thirty.

That means reconsiling our shit and self awareness to be compatible and not try to crab buvkey when our primary differences are organizational theory, among those of us absolute fucking nerds who have read theory. I’m not sure the productivity/chilling the fuck out spectrum really comes into play as a terrain of struggle during emergencies.

They made a movie about that.

You’re totally justified and good to police everyone else’s behavior, then. Carry on.

I’d totally fuck with that last one. Anything to get people enthusiastic about trains. Part of why I’m stoked for dying in a death camp; if they build a rail spur to my apartment they don’t even have to raid me, I’ll just show up.

Its beautiful.

You have absolutely no concept that someone else might have a different perspective than you, do you? Or what that would really functionally mean? No concept that an image may mean a different thing to a person with different values and experiences? I do not believe you have a specifically vegan blind spot. I suspect you’re a generally myopic person who always sees themselves as the good guy in every situation.

Yeah, famously athletic man. You can’t expect him to avoid a tropical island.

Your mom is the soul of wit. By ‘wit’ I mean my pants and by ‘the soul of’ I mean ‘always welcome back to’.