When, precisely, will the US give up playing fun war games for, like, I don’t know, maybe preventing a nuclear war and providing actual security for itself and the rest of the world? Is this too much to ask?
Forget altruism or even caring about anyone else. One would think that the vaunted US elite would realize that simple, sane (if immoral) self-preservation—even if unfortunately linked to the continued survival of legions of untermenschen we’d all be better off without, to be sure—is pretty much always the right move.
Even that level of moral or cognitive development seems beyond the vaunted US elite.
Seriously, how much worse off could we possibly be if we picked Americans at random, with zero experience, and just made them the decision-makers. Utterly at random. Possibly including the national population of farm animals, too, because, once again: how much worse off could we possibly be?
I would seriously consider replacing Donald Trump with a goat. A goat randomly choosing policy options by eating one of several treats on the floor first. The goat will have to average toward some balance—in an either/or, 50%. Trump is guaranteed to find the worst outcome. Like some sort of disaster-dowsing rod.
When an elite forgets that it has to throw at least a few measly crumbs at the Great Unwashed to stay in business; that it has to climb down, just every so often, from the need to constantly demonstrate Total Domination to even just stay alive, well, history shows that things go south pretty quickly.
See you at the South Pole! And sooner than you think.
Forget altruism or even caring about anyone else. One would think that the vaunted US elite would realize that simple, sane (if immoral) self-preservation—even if unfortunately linked to the continued survival of legions of untermenschen we’d all be better off without, to be sure—is pretty much always the right move.
Even that level of moral or cognitive development seems beyond the vaunted US elite.
Seriously, how much worse off could we possibly be if we picked Americans at random, with zero experience, and just made them the decision-makers. Utterly at random. Possibly including the national population of farm animals, too, because, once again: how much worse off could we possibly be?
I would seriously consider replacing Donald Trump with a goat. A goat randomly choosing policy options by eating one of several treats on the floor first. The goat will have to average toward some balance—in an either/or, 50%. Trump is guaranteed to find the worst outcome. Like some sort of disaster-dowsing rod.
When an elite forgets that it has to throw at least a few measly crumbs at the Great Unwashed to stay in business; that it has to climb down, just every so often, from the need to constantly demonstrate Total Domination to even just stay alive, well, history shows that things go south pretty quickly.
See you at the South Pole! And sooner than you think.