I’m hoping I’m not the only one who hasn’t yet been to the movies yet this summer. You see, the wife is a movie-going-maniac. She would probably be happy with little else for her birthday than a years worth of movie passes, though I haven’t tried that one yet.
Her and some the ladies from her work will get together on their days off and go see a matinee and have lunch, which ususally gets the heat taken off of me to go with her. I just don’t see the fun in sitting in a dark room with a few dozen strangers when I can wait three months and watch it in the luxury of my own home (with the pause button at my fingertips when I need to take a leak).
But hey, she doesn’t like going to the range or to car shows, so we’re even.
For those of you who are looking for some good scary entertainment, you don’t need to go to the theater and plunk down your cash, for you have the internet, and with it, you can read something truly scary, like Kos diarist “bigjack x3” and his idea of “Untopia”.
In my utopia, less than ten percent of the people still cling to any deist religion. Â They are tolerated, but no idea that could be said to derive from their religions is ever made public policy.
There are no private schools in my utopia. Â People are free to home school their children. They can hire tutors. Â They can give their chidren a list of books, and send them to the library. Â But no private schools. Â Private schools make people feel bad when they see them, and cannot go in. Â Separate and not equal.
In my utopia, there is a salary cap of one million dollars per year. Â And a net worth cap of ten million. Â So, the wealth is spread out a lot more. Â Workers work harder, because they know there is no CEO getting ten million per year, and building net worth to the sky.
Everyone lives in a modest apartment. Â No big houses in suburbs with big lawns to mow on riding mowers.
Everyone drives a Subaru station wagon. Â Those who must use trucks in their work, such as construction workers with special tools, those people obviously must use their trucks at work. Â But aside from legitimate commercal use, all vehicles will be Subaru wagons. Â The Subaru has the four cylinder horizontally opposed engine, one of the biggest selling styles of engine in US history. Â This is the same style engine as the VW bug. Â But the Subaru is water cooled, so you have an effective heater.
So many thing (sic) will be better, in my utopia. Â For example, Black Americans can have a Black Americans association. Â I know, they already have that, the NAACP. Â However, in my utopia, their association would have some clout. Â It would be expected that any association that refused the proposals of the Black Americans’ association could expect a boycott, and maybe picketing, by the Black people.
Above all, in my utopia, the most important message taught to all, is that no one is evil, no behavior is evil. Â We will ponder what we will and will not tolerate or advocate based on pragmatic considerations. Â In other words, if certain behavior will let things work out okay, then we go along with that behavior.
Everyone is required to get very much into photography and drawing and painting. Â I know, ‘required’ sounds stupid and unreasonable. Â But I think that there should be some privilege that would be withheld from each citizen until that citizen goes through a very demanding art class. Â Demanding in the sense of many hours of drawing and painting required, and many photos of different objects. Â I say this because there is something about art that is therapeutic and liberating. Â I think anyone who gives it an honest try will agree.
As I said, art and science rule, in my utopia. Â Because life has no purpose, but it feels rich and full and fun with art. Â And we cannot understand ourselves, and manage anger, and savor art, without science.
In my utopia, science and art rule. Â The economy is there to serve the people, according to what we learn from science and art.
Needless to say, M. Night Shyamalan has nothing on this jackass.
Hit the link, there are plenty more scary thoughts where these ones came from.
The “rules” for my “utopia” begin with “We the people…” and ends with, “and we really mean it this time!”
What a maroon.
Yeah, because the communist workers’ paradise would be just overflowing with food… and the free world would be so short on food. The famines of Ukraine, Zimbabwe, etc., would never happen in Utopia. And would somehow cripple the free world.
In reading the comments I kept hoping that I would get to one saying, “okay, that was good fun… I was just trying to bait those crazy Republicans for a while. Haha, good joke, now back to reality.”
I rise to defend Mr. Idiot.
We all must have our impossible dreams. Those dreams are the fantasy edge that we have fallen over, so that we can keep our reality feet planted firmly on Terra.
BTW, you both need to learn how to import Google maps: you so that you can show us the maps of cool stuff you find, and Mr. Idiot so that he can find the village he’s missing from.
I like your idea of utopia there, aught!
While stand firmly behind your right to defend Mr. Idiot, RD, I would remind you that it was someone elses idea of utopia that was spread by people he had convicned that the idea was a good one, and ended up killing more people in the last century than all of the crusades combined.
While we shuold all have dreams, we should be not only careful what we wish for, but for what others do as well.
I sense a frustrated doof with an art/art history degree from TESC who is quite annoyed that his degree is useless for earning a living in the real world.
In my Youtokeonthehookah…
A shotgun blast would be just as good as a horn.
Evergreen U would be a A&M with logging as a prime program
Domestic cat would not taste just like chicken.
A pox on your Subarus and modest apartments; I want a house to store all my books and a garage to put my modest and old SUV in. I’ll destroy this guy’s utopia with a claw hammer brick by brick before I go back to communal laundry facilities. Instead of your crappy art therapy classes, I find cutting a large lawn of grass sitting on a riding lawnmower to be my therapy (or at least it was in high school).
Besides, if we all live equally with our Subarus and our modest apartments, what will make life special? What work will be worth it when you can’t strive to buy that big house, or that car with the big and loud engine? A few art classes isn’t going to be all the therapy I need when I work hard and am kept from getting what I want because some utopian idealist with his head crammed up his ass says I have to be poor and attend art classes like him when I want to sit in my big living room and watch my movies on my damned big TV.
I love his utopian! Because he states that there will be no law enforcement, so there will be nothing but “evil looks” given to me for knocking down the wall of his apprtment to make more room for my toys! I think taking over twelve “modest sized” aprtments would give me more than enough room. And I hate to say it but Subarus are not too bad and I would have one in every color because there is nothing to stop me. And with all of the extra subarus, I would have a twin engine STI. And mowing the lawn is the most peacefull thing that you can do. Screw a bunch of watercolors.
” … In this way, unless each and every association is dominated by misguided fools, each citizen should feel as if democracy is working for him or her. Real democracy.’
Guess who wants to “dominate” his “association(s)”.
Here’s a Geek Rule of Thumb: anyone who advocates his personal vision of Utopia is a silly little dictator wanna be. You just KNOW he envisions an utopia with a narrow pyramid, with himself sitting at the top. “That’s what I’M talkin’ about!”
The article would be an excellent satire … on Liberal thinking. Sadly, it looks too much as if the author was sincere.
Oh, and I particularly liked the suggestion of one million dollar income cap (not salary, INCOME) and ten million dollar net worth. The author suggests that would make all of the little people work harder, because they knew they weren’t laboring to fill the pockets of some fat cat.
How bizarre. Most of us just work to feed our family and pay the rent, the fortunate among us work at a job we find intrinsically rewarding. We don’t really have time to worry about our labor serving the selfish interests of others. You see, we all have our own utopian vision, where our own efforts will earn us more than we need. It’s nice to have a few extra bucks to spend on things we WANT, above and beyond things we NEED.
I’m surprised the liberal author didn’t mandate that we all wear grey uniforms with the neck button fastened, so we all look suitably proletarian.
This is the first time I’ve ever read Daily Kos, and I see now that it has been a good policy.
I agree with Aughtsix, except that I curse them with a plague on ALL their houses: What A Bunch Of Maroons.