Category Archive 'Dystopian Predictions'
07 May 2019
A prediction made by Nikola Tesla shortly before his death in 1943.
18 Nov 2017
Promises Kurt Schlichter (who’s been on a roll rhetorically of late).
With all the awful things happening now â€“ the discord, the anger, the stupidity â€“ at least those of my generation can rest easy knowing that the Millennials are going to suffer after weâ€™re gone. Sure, Iâ€™m going to die a lot sooner than them â€“ unless someone invents some sort of expensive life extension potion that I can buy but they canâ€™t because they will still be paying off their degrees in Oppression Studies and Virtue Signaling Arts until the year 2083. But at least Iâ€™ll know that we left them a suitably terrible world, since they are a terrible generation.
Millennials are the spawn we deserve â€“ annoying, posturing, and frequently pierced. They are utterly convinced of their own moral superiority, and yet they donâ€™t even believe in morals. Well, thatâ€™s not quite true â€“ they just confuse morals with the increasingly bizarre patchwork of taboos and fetishes of the social justice weirdos they use as their moral compasses. When you ask people, â€œWhatâ€™s the worldâ€™s biggest problem,â€ and they answer, â€œThe structural paradigm imposed by cisgender Western males,â€ and you reply, â€œHow about, I dunno, ISIS?â€ and they answer â€œWell, who are we to judge their culture?â€ itâ€™s slappinâ€™ time. …
OK, so we dug this country $20 trillion into debt, we have a world full of enemies and a military thatâ€™s collapsing, and we saddled Millennials with Obamacare, a magical system that makes healthcare worse, but at least it costs more. Yet they seem cool with it. Oh, and politically, the country is divided as never before, at least not since Lincoln, who you Millennials think owned slaves because â€¦ sheesh, you nitwits think Lincoln owned slaves. …
Back in the day, we crushed uppity Russian empires, no thanks to commie-hugging liberals who told us that the Reds loved their children too. You Millennials know that awful Sting song â€“ your mom used to listen to it in the Volvo while carting you to soccer or whatever other sick, soul-killing enrichment activities she forced you into instead of letting you run free in the streets and woods like we did. But now we cower at the same losers Reagan stripped of their Ural Mountain oysters in fear of them posting some super-persuasive Facebook ads targeted at making autoworkers in Michigan fall out of their deep and abiding love for Hillary.
Yeah, we messed up, but you Millennials reading this on your smartphones, which you can see without glasses or squinting, shouldnâ€™t act so high and mighty. You had a chance to fix all of this and instead youâ€™ve chosen to never move out of your parentsâ€™ houses and to just sit around and invent new pronouns for genders that donâ€™t exist. A couple decades down the road, when Iâ€™m dead from chronic bitterness and drinking too much expensive cabernet that I buy with the Social Security money youâ€™ll be toiling to pay me, you wonâ€™t have families or careers. Youâ€™ll be my age and still making coffee for the next generation of ingrates, the children of the immigrants and super-religious Christians who represent the only portion of America still making babies. Youâ€™ll come home to your used Mitsubishi love robot named Olive, reheat some Sara Lee avocado toast sticks, and watch Saturday Night Live as it tries to make fun of President Donald Trump, Jr.
04 Jun 2010
Jonah Goldberg argues that the hedonic consumerism nightmare of Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World (1932) has proven more accurately prophetic of the dystopian direction of Modernity than the brutal collectivism of George Orwell’s 1984 (1949).
[P]olitics is increasingly a vehicle for delivering prepackaged joy. Americaâ€™s political system used to be about the pursuit of happiness. Now more and more of us want to stop chasing it and have it delivered. And though it has been the subject of high school English essay questions for generations, we have not gotten much closer to answering the question, what exactly was so bad about the Brave New World?
Simply this: it is foolâ€™s gold. The idea that we can create a heaven on earth through pharmacology and neuroscience is as utopian as the Marxist hope that we could create a perfect world by rearranging the means of production. The history of totalitarianism is the history of the quest to transcend the human condition and create a society where our deepest meaning and destiny are realized simply by virtue of the fact that we live in it. It cannot be done, and even if, as often in the case of liberal fascism, the effort is very careful to be humane and decent, it will still result in a kind of benign tyranny where some people get to impose their ideas of goodness and happiness on those who may not share them.
“Homer was wrong in saying: ‘Would that strife might perish from among gods and men!’ He did not see that he was praying for the destruction of the universe; for, if his prayer were heard, all things would pass away.”
—Heraclitus of Ephesus
09 May 2009
â€œMr. Rearden,â€ said Francisco, his voice solemnly calm, â€œif you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling, but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders â€” what would you tell him to do?â€
â€œI . . . donâ€™t know. What . . . could he do? What would you tell him?â€
Bruce Webster decides to re-read Atlas Shrugged and finds that Ayn Rand’s dystopian predictions are starting to read like the morning paper.
For a work written half a century ago, Atlas Shrugged remains surprisingly timely. In an eerie echo of today, many (if not most) critical economic and political decisions are made not by the President or Congress, but by a host of civilian advisors who spend as much time jockeying amongst themselves for position and influence as they do trying to solve the countryâ€™s problems. In the novel itself, the focus on trains, mining, steel, and manufacturing, especially within the United States, all seem very quaint and archaic in our digital/silicon/networked/globalized civilization, but every few pages, Rand will have a passage that is not only relevant but often prescient.
For example, consider this passage regarding one major (unsympathetic) character who ends up as a powerful government bureaucrat:
â€œMy purpose,â€ said Orren Boyle, â€œis the preservation of a free economy. Itâ€™s generally conceded that free economy is now on trial. Unless it proves its social value and assumes its social responsibilities, the people wonâ€™t stand for it. If it doesnâ€™t develop a public spirit, itâ€™s done for, make no mistake about that.
Orren Boyle has appeared from nowhere, five years ago, and had since made the cover of every national news magazine. He had started with a hundred thousand dollars of his own and a two-hundred-million-dollar loan from the government. Now he headed an enormous concern which had swallowed many other companies. This proved, he liked to say, that individual ability still had a chance to succeed in the world.
â€œThe only justification of private property,â€ said Orren Boyle, â€œis public service.â€ (p. 45)
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