I haven’t attempted to read the “manifesto,” – or even seen it, there’s no link at the article – but from the hints given it appears that Socialist Utopians may have billions of dollars to play with and lots of grandiosity but they’re a bit shaky on “sense of history.” IOW, this one hasn’t learned anything since H. G. Wells took his shot at it over a century ago.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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I went and looked at his “Facebook manifesto” and I have to say that I don’t want any part of being in “the collective.” That’s exactly what I see his long term goal being, a global collectivist society run by a select few with the “assistance” of AI’s and eventually the AI’s running things. All for the betterment of our lives
“To prevent harm, we can build social infrastructure to help our community identify
problems before they happen.”
This has to be one of the most frightening sentences i have ever seen someone write. It’s not so much the dictators who run things for their own benefit it’s the do-gooders who want to impose their vision of utopia on the rest of us. Sadly there will be those who will think this is a good thing and jump on the band wagon. Personally it just ain’t for me.
Sadly it appears that his Harvard socialist pedigree has finally surfaced.
https://www.facebook.com/notes/mark-zuckerberg/building-global-community/10154544292806634
Same ol’ same ol’ once again.
“We’re so much smarter than the rest of you that it’s just common sense for us to be in charge!”
However they say it, this is what they mean . . . and it basically cost the Dems an election. We’re not as stupid as they think we are.
Dear Mark,
It is YOUR Utopia, but ultimately it must become coercive.
If for no other reason than by the subversion of the human spirit.
Not my vision of a happy place.
I’m not nor will I be of your herd.
Get off my small parcel of turf.
If I change my mind I’ll give you a call.
Don’t hold your breath.
Respectfully,
I, Not your property