Leftism - Making Dystopian Science Fiction a reality since 1917.
Strangers take over your living room when you turn your back.
Since the State owns everything, you can be turned into a destitute non-person for badthink.
But at least you can still look down on the savages who don't live in the city.
Most people would think that is a nightmare scenario, but there is a brand of leftist who is working to make that a reality.
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Celebrating suicide - The Left has been making dystopian science fiction a reality since 1918.
This perverse.
"Lord of the World" was written by Robert Hughes Benson around 1907 predicted a world where accident victims would be ministered to by "euthanasia squads" and euthanasia would be presented as a trendy and beautiful life event for those tired of living. Here is a passage:
//When she was gone, he still sat on a moment where she bad left him. Dear me! how pleased he was! He did not like to think of what life would have been without her. He had known her since she was twelve--that was seven years ago-and last year they had gone together to the district official to make their contract. She had really become very necessary to him. Of course the world could get on without her, and he supposed that he could too; but he did not want to have to try. He knew perfectly well, for it was his creed of human love, that there was between them a double affection, of mind as well as body; and there was absolutely nothing else: but he loved her quick intuitions, and to hear his own thought echoed so perfectly. It was like two flames added together to make a third taller than either: of course one flame could burn without the other--in fact, one would have to, one day--but meantime the warmth and light were exhilarating. Yes, he was delighted that she happened to be clear of the falling volor.
He gave no more thought to his exposition of the Christian creed; it was a mere commonplace to him that Catholics believed that kind of thing; it was no more blasphemous to his mind so to describe it, than it would be to laugh at a Fijian idol with mother-of-pearl eyes, and a horse-hair wig; it was simply impossible to treat it seriously. He, too, had wondered once or twice in his life how human beings could believe such rubbish; but psychology had helped him, and he knew now well enough that suggestion will do almost anything. And it was this hateful thing that had so long restrained the euthanasia movement with all its splendid mercy.//
Notice the note of inhuman indifference to the fact of tragedy that the female character might have died in the "volor" accident? Everything is expressed in terms of serene materialism; the world will go on without that person. That person's life doesn't matter and, in fact, might be inconvenient.
And now we come to a newspaper article that celebrates the celebration of indifferent people standing around laughing and chatting about a woman who is about to kill herself when a normal human reaction might be to plead with her not to do this terrible thing.
This perverse.
Terminally ill woman holds two-day party for her 30 closest friends and family and kills herself at the end
Betsy Davis, 41, became one of the first Californians to take a lethal dose of drugs under the state's new doctor-assisted suicide law
"Lord of the World" was written by Robert Hughes Benson around 1907 predicted a world where accident victims would be ministered to by "euthanasia squads" and euthanasia would be presented as a trendy and beautiful life event for those tired of living. Here is a passage:
//When she was gone, he still sat on a moment where she bad left him. Dear me! how pleased he was! He did not like to think of what life would have been without her. He had known her since she was twelve--that was seven years ago-and last year they had gone together to the district official to make their contract. She had really become very necessary to him. Of course the world could get on without her, and he supposed that he could too; but he did not want to have to try. He knew perfectly well, for it was his creed of human love, that there was between them a double affection, of mind as well as body; and there was absolutely nothing else: but he loved her quick intuitions, and to hear his own thought echoed so perfectly. It was like two flames added together to make a third taller than either: of course one flame could burn without the other--in fact, one would have to, one day--but meantime the warmth and light were exhilarating. Yes, he was delighted that she happened to be clear of the falling volor.
He gave no more thought to his exposition of the Christian creed; it was a mere commonplace to him that Catholics believed that kind of thing; it was no more blasphemous to his mind so to describe it, than it would be to laugh at a Fijian idol with mother-of-pearl eyes, and a horse-hair wig; it was simply impossible to treat it seriously. He, too, had wondered once or twice in his life how human beings could believe such rubbish; but psychology had helped him, and he knew now well enough that suggestion will do almost anything. And it was this hateful thing that had so long restrained the euthanasia movement with all its splendid mercy.//
Notice the note of inhuman indifference to the fact of tragedy that the female character might have died in the "volor" accident? Everything is expressed in terms of serene materialism; the world will go on without that person. That person's life doesn't matter and, in fact, might be inconvenient.
And now we come to a newspaper article that celebrates the celebration of indifferent people standing around laughing and chatting about a woman who is about to kill herself when a normal human reaction might be to plead with her not to do this terrible thing.
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