The robots are coming….Work as we know it will be over. But rather than fixing up a Singapore Sling and enjoying it, the Left asks how it can use this prediction to insert government further and harder into all of our private lives.
As the story goes, by 2025, your labor will be produced by multiple lines of software coded driving robotic arms. Two-thirds of Amerika will be out of work. Someone tell the liquor store they’d better not run out. In response to this, Leftists assure us that all governments must implement a Universal Basic Income (UBI). In their view, this is the only way to maintain social order. More likely, it will only prove Margaret Thatcher’s Iron Law of Socialism: government “free” stuff always runs out of other people’s money.
On the battleground of ideology, the Left needs a robot apocalypse because their obsessive and dramatic climate change predictions have failed. The global meltdown has been postponed until 2068, so the Left needs another reason why we should all become controlled by Leftist government, which is totally not as Soviet as it appears to be, they insist. It’s as bad as watching The Peak Oil scam fail to restrict our mobility and decent incomes (earned; not guaranteed).
There is no apocalypse. No sudden War of the Worlds, The Day After Tomorrow or Red Dawn style cataclysmic event will bail you out of the existential misery of living in a modern time. Get ready to live through a long, prolonged decline into more of the same that we have now, but on the economic level of Brazil and other Leftist success stories, namely third world levels. In addition, you will get ethnically replaced, gradually and not suddenly, as more people cluelessly outbreed. Western Civilization — such as it is — will be entirely removed and replaced with a vast beige race of low-IQ people ruled by a few Asiatic hybrid elites in Washington, D.C.
Everyone gets the Apocalypse wrong. They are too busy using it for leverage or for LARP material. This is nothing new for the hapless men and women trapped in the ruins of a society in decline. Constance Cavafy wrote a classic poem about how Late Empire Romans viewed the coming of the barbarians.
Why don’t our distinguished orators come forward as usual
to make their speeches, say what they have to say?
Because the barbarians are coming today
and they’re bored by rhetoric and public speaking.
Why this sudden restlessness, this confusion?
(How serious people’s faces have become.)
Why are the streets and squares emptying so rapidly,
everyone going home so lost in thought?
Because night has fallen and the barbarians have not come.
And some who have just returned from the border say
there are no barbarians any longer.
And now, what’s going to happen to us without barbarians?
They were, those people, a kind of solution.
So what will do us in? We dream of apocalypse and sell it because we know things are out of balance. It doesn’t require physics training to grasp the barely tenable prospects of a metastatic equilibrium. It’s always just an inch or two short of going to hell in a bucket. Well, it’s going to go down. But it’s going down slowly and inexorably.
I remember once when I was young, stupid and alone in a weight room. I decided to bench more than I could get off my chest easily and got through the last rep I could do. So I tried for one more – just for the heck of it. I fought long and hard to keep that damn thing off my chest, but it just kept slowly going down until I had to tip one end of the bar down to keep from injuring myself. That’s what our collapse will be. We just sit around dreaming of doomsday and therefore not tending to all that is gradually rotting away and breaking down right in front of our face. Meanwhile that bar keeps fractionally going down instead of up while our arms become increasingly too weak and fatigued to make it all travel in the correct direction.
Unless we get The Book of Revelations thrown at us hard in the near term, science fiction author Will McIntosh nailed how America dies better than anyone on the street corner of academia or government with a “Repent Now” sign. His novel The Soft Apocalypse details how we start re-tribalizing and no longer being anything close to a unified nation.
…the “New Normal” is a Soft Apocalypse. This is how our world ends; with a whimper instead of a bang. New social structures and tribal connections spring up across America, as the previous social structures begin to dissolve.
Speaking of poetry, you recognize that citation, do you not? It’s from the famous post-WWI acknowledgement that democracy had done in another promising civilization:
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
So as it all breaks down and everything begins to go Amy Schumer shaped, ask yourself this: Who is my tribe? What brothers have my back? Stop being worried about what the lügenpresse gives you permission to worry about. Stop waiting for the barbarians while your dysfunctional neighbors raise them right across the fence from your back yard.
The robots will unfortunately not replace the moron screwing your order up at the sub shop. He really could still be there the day he forgets to wash his hands after he takes a dump on his break. The collapse is ongoing and of our own manufacture. Be ready to survive and rebuild when our drunks, lames, handicaps and psuedo-sapients tip the Malibu vacation house to the point where it breaks and goes down hill with the muddy rainwater.
The Soft Apocalypse will be hard to predict and survive. Good luck and Jesus will not save you. Your government is working against you. Your fellow citizens will kill you with their ineptitude, if they can. The path leads only downward, to a Soviet Brazil of infinite pointlessness. Only preparation and competence will allow you to save yourself.