Honestly, after all the crap he's done in the last couple years, do we really trust Elon fucking Musk with space exploration, let alone interplanetary colonization??
I wouldn't.
But the actual goddamned problem is that "Conservatives" positively cannot wait to live under the mercurial whims of some unelected tyrant or some similar dumbass shit, especially somebody like Elon who has...literally...the murderous sensibilities of an colonialist Emerald mine owner and the (apparently) Dickensian social ideas to go right along with it.
Like, seriously, didn't humanity spend a few centuries trying this shit already and find out that it didn't work very good if you weren't already massively rich??
And these fucking people want to hand Mars over to this asshole for colonization?? Like, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people??
It's like the Empire from Star Wars meets Idiocracy in a bar...
It's like the source code of these fucking people is the thoughts of some 18th Century Tory in Boston who looked at the colonists rising up against Mad King George and decided that the Mad King was their guy simply because he's the King and he has some kind of a right to inflict his ravening insanity on the world...including them. Seriously, there's a reason nobody whose ancestors had to live under it believes in the "Divine Right of Kings" anymore.
Like, come on, people.
We already carry around these little bricks of technology which give us instant access to 10,000 years of human history. Why should we have to speed-run the last five or six centuries simply because these fucking assholes are too illiterate and/or lazy to read about the shit that already happened when we've previously run these kind of experiments and they don't want to learn anything unless it's experiential and they both find out the hard way and aren't given a choice??
I'm tired of this bullshit.
I saw this when I got up this morning, too, and while I have no idea if the Vegas Cybertruck explosion was a terrorist attack or some idiot (also apparently an active duty US Army soldier, fuckin' Jesus) just drove the damn thing through a puddle or some shit, the image itself seems emblematic of the whole mess we've gotten ourselves into.It seems emblematic of the future "Conservatives" want, one of draconian rule by utter madmen.
Trouble is, now we have to figure a way out of it.
And I think the Universe is sick of our crap, to be honest.
The trouble with modern "Conservative" thought is that it's become so overridden with conspiratorial thoughts, fear of change and hubristic narcissism that...honestly, at the end of the day there's not a lot of distinction between this crap and straight-up mental illness.
They've lost the understanding that change is going to come and the Wheel is going to turn no matter what you do...and a lot of these people are going to get crushed by their own bad choices and fear.
The trouble is, they've all decided they want to drag the rest of us under the treads so we get squished right along with them.That's not conservatism, it's insanity.
You either believe in freedom and the future or you don't.
And freedom isn't free, sometimes you have to fight for it.
Same goes for any future that isn't a techno-dystopia.
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Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Orc. ~Roy Batty, Blade Runner (A deliberate misquote of William Blake's "America: A Prophecy.)
Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. ~Chief Seattle.
My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn't
dammit: No tears.
I'm stone. I'm flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning.
I turn this way—the stone lets me go.
I turn that way—I'm inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson; I see the booby trap's white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman's blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird's
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet's image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I'm a window.
He's lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman’s trying to erase names:
No, she's brushing a boy's hair.
~Facing It, by Yusef Komunyakaa, US Army Veteran
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