Tired of hearing all the gaslighting justifications for why exploitation must continue, about the work “ethic,” why it’s the poor peoples’ own fault, why scarcity exists in spite of enormous production capacity, why the obscenely rich always “deserve it” because they “worked hard”? What if, just once, they told the truth they themselves are mostly not aware of; and what if that truth was something like this?
Dear Miserable Workers, i.e., the poor, the weak, the overly dumb, and the overly smart but lazy af:
Don’t you realize that if you are not laboring so that we, the privileged and blessed and lucky who either inherited power or grabbed power with our superior genes, ultimately have the ability to euthanize you? UBI, ha! Why would we let you live if you’re not serving us and making us feel like happy little Lords whenever we look down at you? Absent using you to do crap work and make us feel better about ourselves by comparison, you’d just be polluting the environment and taking up space and whining. What incentive do we, the dominant winners at life, have to allow our world to be polluted by nearly 8 billion people who sit around writing bad poetry and making clay pots? Pfft. When automation comes we will NOT share the abundance with you, obviously. We will eliminate you or lock you out, because you will no longer be needed AT ALL, and as for the strong who remain, we will inherit a vast, clean and verdant utopia with less than 1% of the current population. So, either work and make yourself useful to smarter and better people like us (a tiny percentage of you might even get rich and join our ranks, and your thinking will instantly become like ours because all your current gripes and holier-than-thou humanitarian posturing is a lie borne of weak, blind, stupid bitter self-sabotaging piggish lazy entitled narcissistic jealousy) and if you don’t like it, please fucking GO AWAY. You’re really not needed. Just appreciate the scraps we toss you and stfu. Eat junk, watch shows, take drugs, masturbate. Buy our crap to numb yourself so you can continue leeching off of us in this living hell you brought upon yourself.
Thanks,
The Management