LEE HEATH
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Contents
Part One: A chat with some kids on the park. 1-41
Part Two: The people of the future. 42-73
Part Three: My thoughts and hopes. 74-94
Part Four: A chat with some politicians. 95-109
Part Five: A letter to the human race—help. 11O-113
Part Six: A time line of Homo sapiens aka wise man. 114-117
[1] of [117]
Part One
A chat with some kids on the park.
Man must evolve for all human conflict
a method that rejects revenge, aggression,
and retaliation. The foundation of such a
method is love.
Martin Luther King. (1929-1968).
A chat with some kids on the park. [2]
Sarah: Hello.
Lee: Hello.
Jane: Hi.
Lee: Hello.
Rob: Alright mate.
Lee: Alright.
John: Alright.
Lee: Alright.
Sarah: What you up to?
Lee: Just chillin’ out…What about you?
Sarah: Chillin’.
Lee: What’s ya names?
Sarah: Sarah.
Rob: Rob.
Jane: Jane.
John: John.
Sarah: What’s your name? [3]
Lee: Lee.
Jane: Are you into books?
Lee: I love reading…Are you into books?
Jane: Yeah.
Lee: Have you read any good ones lately?
Jane: I’ve just finished The Amber Spy Glass by Philp Pullman.
Lee: His Dark Materials trilogy.
Jane: Have you read them?
Lee: Yeah…I thought they were great. I’m trying to write a book.
Sarah: What’s it called?
Lee: I think I’ll call it The People Of The Future—2219 and beyond. Or
maybe just The People Of The Future.
Jane: What’s it about?
Lee: In the first half of the twenty-first century, capitalism is abolished, and
socialism implemented. By 2219, money, poverty, war, crime,
pollution, national identity, and quite a few other things, have become
things of the past.
Man has organized to the best of his ability. And made life the best he
can for humankind.
The book is about the changes that have happened since the transition,
and what it’s like to live in a socialist world.
John: What is socialism? [4]
Lee: It’s a world social system based upon the common ownership and
democratic control of the means and instruments for producing and
distributing wealth by and in the best interest of the human race.
Jane: We’re too young for all that shit.
Lee: How old are ya?
S.J.R.J: Fourteen.
Lee: I joined the Socialist Party of Great Britain when I was your age.
Sarah: What’s that?
Lee: It’s a political party that’s a part of a worldwide movement called the
World Socialist Movement, or the WSM for short.
Rob: Do you think big fuckoff aliens will come to Earth?
Lee: I think we’re too far away for intelligent life to reach us. If intelligent
aliens do make it to Earth; they’ll either be, proper horror show…or
friendly.
Jane: Proper horror show?
Lee: Ugly motherfuckers that wanna rip our ‘eads off.
Sarah: Like in that film?
Lee: Yeah…like in that film. Maybe the aliens will be socialists. And they’ll
help us with our socialist revolution.
John: Is socialism like what they used to have in Russia and China?
Lee: No…They we’re dictatorships. A form of capitalism best described as
state capitalism. [5]
Socialism is an ideal world system. The next step in social evolution.
The emancipation of the workers—Socialism, as advocated by the
Socialist Party of Great Britain, part of the World Socialist Movement.
Under socialism we won’t use money. It will be a money free world.
People will have free and equal access to goods and services.
It’s a system that will make it possible for the human race to live in
harmony with nature. To live in a way that is sustainable.
Socialism will provide for up to twelve billion people at any one
time the means to enjoy good lives.
It is not a lack of resources that’s causing poverty—nor an
unwillingness on the part of people to work the raw materials into the
things we require to meet our needs. But is instead because of the
insane world social system we currently live under.
The battle of ideas between the advocates of socialism, and the
advocates of capitalism isn’t just an argument of fair and unfair, good
verses bad, right and wrong, love verses hate, it’s a matter of life and
death.
If socialism isn’t implemented soon, there will be a Third World War.
Armageddon will be the final line in the story of man.
If socialism is implemented, the threat of nuclear Armageddon will
be gone.
If socialism is implemented, no one will ever be exploited again.
No one will ever be a slave, or wage slave again.
Implementing socialism will mean, one day, there will be no more
suicide bombers; no more stranger dangers; no more scumbags and
bellends.
If we implement socialism, there will be no more owning class or
middle class or working class. There will be universal equality. One
people one world. All with free access to the means of living.
I use the word socialism to mean, the best world I think man can
make for man. No poverty, no wars, little or no crime. A system that
gives kids the best chance of being happy, and growing up to be
decent people.
If a world free from scumbags and bellends is possible—socialism is
the system most likely to make that goal a reality. [6]
Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Mao Tse Tung, the Labour Party;
have done socialism no favours.
Today, socialism means many different things. Some people who
call themselves socialists, think Nazism and socialism, are one and the
same. Some people think state capitalism and socialism, are one and
the same thing. Many people who call themselves socialists, think of
socialism, as simply a system in which people work less, and get paid
more. Many people think they are socialists if they enjoyed The
Ragged Trousered Philanthropists.
The multitude of ideas about what socialism is—what it means—
has been, and continues to be a problem for the World Socialist
Movement.
Socialism—to me—means a world social system based upon the
common ownership and democratic control of the means and
instruments for producing and distributing wealth by and in the best
interest of my seven billion brothers and sisters…Seven billion brothers
and sisters is my affectionate way of referring to the family of man.
I’m gonna try to start a worldwide movement. I’m calling it the World
Without Money Movement, or WWMM for short.
The object of the WSM and the WWMM is the same. The
difference is, if your religious, you can’t join the WSM. Whereas, if
you believe that socialism is the best system for humankind, and are
willing to make the case for socialism—using only peaceful means…
debating, writing stories, poems, songs, making films, documentary’s,
and so on; then you can be a member of the WWMM, religious or not.
Plus, I think the World Without Money Movement is a better name
for a socialist movement.
Jane: Are you religious?
Lee: No…but I think religious people should be allowed to join the WSM.
And because there not…I’m gonna try to start a movement that has the
same object as the WSM, that religious people can join, if they want.
Rob: How many members does the WWMM have?
Lee: There’s just me at the moment… Until the WWMM grows, my advice is
you check out the WSM. Have you got access to the Internet?
Jane: Like, derrrr. [7]
Lee: When I was your age, online was what me mum would say, when I’d
ask, “Where’s my favorite T.shirt?”
Sarah: How old are ya?
Lee: Forty-six…Go online and check out what the WSM has to say. Check
out the Object and Declaration of Principles. Check out the means by
which the movement hopes to achieve its objective. Have a read of the
pamphlets, and the monthly magazine; which is called The Socialist
Standard.
Sarah: Have you got a dog?
Lee: No.
Sarah: Don’t you like dogs?
Lee: I love dogs…I just haven’t got one…Have you got a dog?
Sarah: Yeah.
Rob: No.
John: Yeah.
Jane: No.
Lee: What sort of dog have you got?
Sarah: A big daft one.
Lee: Cool. [8]
Sarah: He’s a chocolate lab.
John: What do you think should happen to people who are cruel to animals?
Lee: You would have to give me a hypothetical example of someone being
cruel to an animal before I could tell you what I think should happen
to them.
Jane: Do you think people who are cruel to animals should be put in the
stocks and whipped?
Lee: I think you should be careful when you fight with monsters that you
don’t become a monster yourself…I hate cruelty to animals.
A lot of the cruelty perpetrated on animals is by scumbags and
bellends.
Scumbags are cruel because they enjoy being cruel—bellends
because there stupid and ignorant.
Just as much—if not more—of the cruelty perpetrated on animals,
is because the welfare of animals is secondary to profit.
I think that scumbags and bellends will soon cease to exist once
socialism is implemented. And under socialism the welfare of the
animals we eat will be our first consideration. We will look after them
well, and slaughter them as humanely as possible.
Jane: Do you like poetry?
Lee: Its Ok…Do you like it?
Jane: Yeah.
Lee: Tell us a poem, then.
Jane: I don’t really know any.
Sarah: Do you know any? [9]
Lee: I sometimes write a poem or a song.
Jane: Tell us one of your poems.
Lee: OK…This ones called:
Workers of the world unite.
Workers of the world unite
Cos your interests are the same
The persuading politicians are taking the piss
Saying capitalism isn’t really to blame
“Make no bones about it”
An old man said to me
“The mental chains can be broken
If the workers act as one
The emancipation of the workers
Is a good idea whose time has come”
Workers of the world unite
All together now
Let’s try with all our might
To make life good and right
Workers of the world unite
Workers of the world
You make the world
So the full benefits of civilization
Should be all yours to enjoy
Peaceful worldwide revolution
Now’s the time and place
A beautiful solution
Is in the hands of the working human race [10]
Workers of the world unite
Let’s do what is in our best interest
To us the fruits of our labour
Take back what has been stolen
Share in a common wealth
Take back the means to live
The means of production and distribution
Take it all back from the one percent
Abolish the money system
Implement socialism
Fight the good fight
Workers of the world unite
Jane: That was pretty good.
Lee: Thanks.
Sarah: Sing us one of your songs.
Lee: OK…This ones called:
It’s the same old bird.
Right wing left wing
Keep the status quo
Profit before need
It’s the only way they know
Right wing bash the worker
Left wing smash the works
Keep the rich, rich,
Isn’t life a bitch
Right wing left wing
It’s the same old bird [11]
Capitalism can’t be fair
The idea is absurd
You can’t polish a turd
Right wing lie, lie,
Left wing lie, lie,
Workers cry, cry
Workers die, die.
Right wing left wing
Keep the status quo
Privilege not equality
It’s the only way they know
Right wing trick the workers
Left wing fool the workers
Keep the poor, poor.
“Please sir, can I have some more”
Right wing left wing
It’s the same old bird
Capitalism can’t be fair
The idea is absurd
You can’t polish a turd
Right wing left wing
Their manifestos pollute the air
Keep the status quo
And they’ll kill the polar-bear
Right wing abuse the workers
Left wing use the workers
Keep the workers slaves
The fruits of their labour—nothing but a wage
Right wing left wing [12]
Keep the status quo
Money is their God
It’s the only way they know
Right wing bug the workers
Left wing drug the workers
Keep them divided
There’ll be no real change
Till the workers are united
Left wing lie, lie.
Right wing lie, lie.
Workers cry, cry.
Workers die, die.
Right wing left wing
It’s the same old bird
Capitalism can’t be fair
The idea is absurd
You can’t polish a turd
You can’t polish a turd
You can’t polish a tuuurrrrd
Sarah: That was good.
John: I thought it was pretty good.
Rob: I liked it.
Jane: So did, I.
Lee: Thanks.
Sarah: Are you married?
Lee: No. [13]
Jane: Have you ever been married?
Lee: No.
Jane: Why not?
Lee: I’ve never met anyone I like that much.
Sarah: Do you think you’ll ever get married?
Lee: No.
Jane: Why not?
Lee: Don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone I like that much.
Sarah: You might.
Lee: It’s possible.
Jane: Me and John are getting married the first day after John turns twenty-
one…Will people still get married if socialism happens?
Lee: The marriage contract and marriage are not the same thing. The marrige
contract is a social contract that has nothing to do with love. The
contract gives a couple benefits they wouldn’t get if they were to just
co-habit…Although; changes to the law—over the years—have meant
that in some respects there is now no difference as regards rights
between couples who tie-the-knot, and couples who don’t.
In fact; I’ve heard of cases where a couple has ended up worse off
because they signed a marriage contract. Today the law sometimes
favours the couple who co-habit.
Under capitalism I think the marriage contract will cease to exist.
Because money will no longer be a part of the equation.
I think that once a couple have made up their minds that they want
to spend their life with each other—they will stand before their friends
and family; and speak words of love. Including vows that they have
written for one another. And that will be the future for marriage under
socialism. [14]
Rob: Do you believe…there’s like… parallel universes?
Lee: I don’t believe that you or I, exist on any other world, or at any other
time, but right here, right now.
Rob: Do you think that machines will one day take over?
Lee: Hundreds of years ago a man made a toy for his son. He shaped it
and painted it to look like a little drummer boy. Inside the body of the
toy were wheels and cogs. Which made the little drummer boy look
like he was banging on the little drum with little toy drum sticks.
Computer-machines have silicon chips with programs on them—
inside their bodies.
We are as close today to making, slash creating, computer-
machines that think, as the man who made his son a toy was hundreds
of years ago.
We use words to try to explain what’s going on. Sometimes the
words we choose give a false impression of what’s really happening. I
think the use of words like intelligence, and learning, with regard too
computers, is a case in point.
I have seen nothing to make me think the day will ever dawn
when a computer knows what it’s saying when it speaks the words
“I think therefore I am.”
If in the world today there was a computer that had developed an
awareness of itself—an ability to understand. And a real ability too
learn—even if it only had the mental age of a two year old—I would
regard that as a cause for concern. But I have not seen any indication
that computers have developed even a little bit of real intelligence.
I think computer-machines for all time will remain as they are
today—unthinking, useful, tools. All A.I. is a matter of programming. Try
as we might, we will never program independent thought.
[15]
Jane: Do you think people will go extinct one day?
Lee: Hopefully there are people sat chilling and chatting on parks for billions
of years. A nuclear war could wipe out mankind. A virus could wipe us
out. A space-rock…meteorite; whatever…could take us out. Mega-
volcano, mega-flood, mega-ice-age…
If we don’t get taken out by our own hand. And if nature doesn’t go
ape-shit—then there’s no good reason why we can’t live on Earth for
the next three billion years.
Three billion years from now the sun will have heated up to such a
degree that people can’t survive.
I think the distance from Earth to another world where we could
live, is to far away.
Whether we are wiped out because of our own stupidity. Or taken
out by nature, or slowly fade and die out when it gets to hot—the
human race, will I believe, be no more someday.
Sarah: Do you think global warming is real?
Jane: I do.
John: One day I bet there’s another ice-age.
Rob: Do you think humans are polluting the atmosphere?
Lee: Yeah.
Sarah: Why do people do it?
Lee: Capitalism…gain today—let the devil take tomorrow. It’s the nature of
the beast.
Where money can be made, damage to the environment will at best
be a secondary consideration. Especially as it appears to be, in its most
catastrophe form, a problem for future man.
Good people around the world can win battles under capitalism.
Save a rain forest here—a polar-bear there…But they won’t win the war
whilst the money system is in place. [16]
Capitalism allows a tiny number of people to own and control the
Earths resources. They don’t organize the means of production and
distribution to meet man’s needs—that isn’t where there interest lies.
And because of where there interest lies—they own and control the
Earths resources, and the means of production and distribution to the
detriment of man and Earth.
The interest of the owning class is to make money. And too hell
with your children’s, children’s, children.
We need to have a peaceful worldwide revolution. A socialist
revolution. To establish a system that is in the best interest of
humankind, and Mother Earth.
Sarah: Why do you sometimes say mankind and sometimes humankind?
Lee: They mean the same thing…I guess I just get bored using the same
word all the time.
Jane: Do you think people will do irreparable damage to the planet?
Lee: The only reason I don’t think it will be an accumulation of pollution
that does for the human race, is because I think we will all die in a
nuclear war before we have time to pollute ourselves from the face of
the Earth.
I think there’ll be no one on the surface of Earth in the next 50 years.
And no one alive underground a hundred years from now if we
don’t get our shit together and implement socialism.
John: Why do you believe nuclear Armageddon is just around the corner?
Lee: Because luck doesn’t last…All the members of the SPGB I’ve known,
see there being a gradual increase in the number of socialists; until
there are enough people who are class conscious; and the emancipation
of the workers becomes a possibility.
Whereas I think the WSM, and or, the WWMM will have to grow
exponentially. A gradual increase in the number of socialists over fifty or a
hundred or a hundred and fifty years, won’t be how socialism comes to
be…for one simple reason: Politicians have the same aim now as they’ve
always had. The same aim as in 1914 and 1939; which is to keep the
status quo. They tinker with the system—but never try to change it.
The difference between 1914 and 1939 and today, is we now have
the means to annihilate the human race. It’s only blind luck that sees us
still here. That luck will not last fifty more years, let alone one hundred
and fifty years. [17]
We need to stop the crazy politicians from killing everybody. And
the only way to do that is by implementing socialism.
I don’t know what the catalyst will be for the WSM, and or the
WWMM to grow exponentially; I just believe there will have to be one.
Maybe it will take the form of who ever happens to be the latest
dickhead in the White House taking us to the brink, and scaring the
crap out of everyone. Maybe that will have the effect of making people
in large numbers search for a better system.
There have been a couple of war mongering maniacs in recent
years who have come very close to becoming the president of America.
You can bet your bottom dollar, that if the ultimate insanity in the story
of man where to happen, it will be the exceptionally stupid American
president that presses the button first.
We’re not going to keep dodging the Bomb…Like I said at the start
of my answer—luck doesn’t last…
Have you heard of John Lennon?
Rob: Was he in the Beatles?
Lee: That’s him…If in 1980 John would have announced that he was joining
the Socialist Party of Great Britain; and that all the money from the
copyright of his songs was gonna go to the WSM in future; hundreds of
thousands of people around the world—maybe even millions of his
fans—would have been curious enough to find out something about
the movement…I’m not saying they all would have joined the
movement…only that the would have checked it out.
Owning the copyright of Lennon’s songs would have generated
millions of pounds over the years. The WSM could of made movies
and documentary’s. And done all sorts of other things to try to turn
people on to socialism. [18]
Maybe a brilliant band will come along this year or next; and the
lead singer and writer of most of their best songs will be in an interview,
and he or she will say, “I’ve just joined the World Socialist Movement…
Jane: Or the World Without Money Movement.
Lee: Yes… or the World Without Money Movement…And this brilliant
singer-song writer, will say. “Everyone should go online and check
out the WSM”
Sarah: Or the WWMM.
Lee: If the WWMM has something to check out…then yes. A brilliant
singer-song writer in a brilliant band could be the catalyst that gets the
ball rolling.
The socialist revolution can only truly be said to have kicked-off
when people in pubs, and work-places, and homes, and parks all over
the world start talking about socialism…
Have you heard of Tom Paine?
John: Was he in the Moody Blues?
Lee: …Tom Paine was a genius. He was an English philosopher in the
seventeen hundreds. His most famous book was The Rights Of Man.
The world could do with a modern day Tom Paine—too write a
modern day Rights Of Man…That might act as the catalyst for the
peaceful worldwide socialist revolution.
Rob: I know your the leader of the WWMM—but who’s the leader of the
WSM?
Lee: I’m not the leader of the World Without Money Movement…I’m just it’s
only member. As for the WSM—It’s a movement of equals…Just like
the WWMM will be if it grows. [19]
Socialism is an idea. An idea that requires a certain amount of
understanding—not sheep playing a game of follow my leader. All
those who believe socialism is the right path, for man to travel—walk
united, side by side, in the same direction, with the same destination in
mind…You are your own leader when you know where you want to be,
and how to get there…
The 1904 socialist Object and Declaration of Principles isn’t
complicated. So long as you have a couple of brain cells to rub
together—you’ll understand it.
Maybe it’s a good idea whose time has come. Hopefully sometime
in the not to distant future, enough people will have got the idea. And
peace on Earth can be made a reality.
Sarah: I don’t get how people will pay for things if there’s no money?
Lee: All the goods and all the services will be free—because that’s the way
we’ll organize it to be. A socialist system will make it possible for man
to live in a money free world…You won’t pay anything for the means of
living—and you won’t get paid for working.
John: I liked the first part of what you just said—the everything will be free
bit…But why the fuck would people work if they don’t get paid?
Lee: Under capitalism a worker gets a wage for their labour. In many cases
the money is just enough to scrape by from one week to the next.
Under socialism workers won’t be workers in the way we think of
workers. People will no longer be working to create profit for an
owning class. But instead for the common good of humankind.
Their pay won’t take the form of an often pitiful wage—but will
instead take the form of free access.
All work should bring people joy. Or at the very least satisfaction.
Many jobs being done today would cease to exist if socialism was
established. There are many jobs that only have a value in a capitalist
world. There are millions of workers around the world whose job it is to
operate a till. If there was no money…there’d be no tills. [20]
Computer-machines are not working to their maximum capacity
under capitalism. If socialism was implemented computer-machines
would be employed to do as much of the mundane work as they can.
Once you take away all the jobs that only have a value in a
capitalist world. And once you have computer-machines doing all the
work they can—there will still be jobs that people will have to do.
Those jobs will be organized in a way that is good and fair. People
won’t have to do jobs they hate. That cause them large amounts of
stress and general unhappiness.
Under socialism life will be organized to give people maximum
leisure time, and positive production time. People won’t feel exploited
when they work—won’t feel like the job they did had no real value.
Even a shitty job, like a sewer inspector—a job that at the moment
computer-machines can’t do—people will volunteer to do. And
whilst its not a fun job—the people who do it can take satisfaction
from the knowledge that the work they did contributed something
positive to humanity.
You four have never given a moment’s thought to a world without
money…Imagine someone trying to explain to a fourteen year old kid
who has been born and raised in a socialist world how capitalism
worked; tax, debt, money, etc, have not been known in
living memory. To that child (hopefully of the future) it would
seem as baffling as I imagine my attempt to explain how socialism
would work to you has been.
I hope I haven’t confused you too much, or said anything to put you
off. And one day you’ll check out what the World Socialist Movement…
Rob: Or the World Without Money Movement.
Lee: …Or the World Without Money Movement…has to say.
Sarah: I’m hungry.
Jane: Me too.
Lee: Time fly’s when your having fun. [21]
Sarah: Can you meet us here next Sunday?
Lee: Same time?
Sarah: Yeah.
Lee: OK.
Sarah: Bye Lee.
Lee: Bye.
Jane: Bye.
Rob: See ya mate.
Lee: See ya.
John: See ya later.
Lee: Take it easy…Hey…Before you go, let me leave you with one last
thought: Persuading politicians and the capitalist media have
hoodwinked many of the seven billion people in the world into
accepting—indeed supporting—an insane world social system.
It’s not too late to undo their bullshit. Socialism can set us free; free
from the misery of poverty; the horror of war; and the terror and fear
of crime.
We—the workers of the world united—can make Earth, if not
paradise…then as near as makes no difference.
…one week later.
Sarah: Hello…Are you chillin’ again?
Lee: Yep…What you been up too? [22]
Jane: Not a lot…What about you?
Lee: I’m still trying to write me book.
John: What’s it called again?
Lee: I’m either gonna call it The People Of The Future—2219 and beyond,
or The People Of The Future.
Rob: Are you into football?
Lee: Yeah…Who do you support?
Rob: Manchester United.
Lee: Me too…Are you any good?
Rob: Yeah…I’ve had a trail for Blackburn.
Sarah: Robs really good…he’s gonna be a professional.
Jane: Are you any good?
Lee: I was OK as a kid. But never good enough to have trials for anyone…I
was in my school football team. We were shit. We never won a match.
One time we got beat 20 nil…Do you eat, sleep, and shit football?
Rob: Yeah.
Lee: I’ve written a poem that’s got a football theme to it… Do you wanna
hear it?
Rob: Yeah.
Lee: OK…It’s called: [23]
Man United
If man were united
What a team we’d be
Scoring global goals
Like ending poverty
The workers on the same side
Together in a unity
All for one
And one for all
Looking after each other
And Earth the cosmic ball
The capitalist game is foul and insane
Country verses country
Worker against worker
Bringing misery and pain
Competing to make a profit—for a few
Means we don’t make an abundance of what we need
We should be co-operating
Workers working for each other
Making the best universal
Everybody equal and free
To live like they wanna live
If man were united
It would be a whole other thing
We could play a fair game
Where every heart can sing
Play the game together
Play with love in our heart
Let’s abolish capitalism
Let’s make a brand new start
If man were united [24]
We would be the greatest team
Our world has ever seen
It sounds like an impossible treble
To end poverty, war, and crime
But if we try the best we can
It could be the end result
Here in space and time
Without the ball
We ain’t got no game
So let’s not fuck it up
Let’s just play it nice and cool
Man united—won’t be nobody’s fool
Earth the cosmic ball
Can belong to one and all
When man united wins the day
When we kick down the wall
Man united
The dream team
Playing all over the Earth
Oh what a happy scene
Rob: That’s not bad.
Lee: Thanks.
Jane: Sing us one of your songs.
Lee: OK…This ones called:
Magic wand
If I had a magic wand [25]
I’d wave it all day long
I’d wave away the poverty
The wars and crime
I’d wave away all the things
That screw with my mind
If I had a magic wand
I’d wave it all day long
I’d wave away the racism
From all the racist minds
I’d wave away the cruelty
And make everybody kind
Magic fuckin’ wand
Magic fuckin’ wand
My magic fuckin’ wand
Magic fuckin’ wand
If I had a magic wand
I’d wave it all day long
I’d wave away pollution
Lickety-spit
I’d wave my magic wand song
A number one hit
If I had a magic wand
I’d wave it all day long
I’d solve the unsolvable
And do the best I could
I wouldn’t be a power mad crazy bastard
I’d give man all my love
Magic fuckin’ wand
Magic fuckin’ wand
My magic fuckin’ wand
Magic fuckin’ wand
If I had a magic wand [26]
I’d wave it all day long
I’d make the Earth a loving place
A place that’s best for the human race
No more war
Just peace in space
If I had a magic wand
I’d wave it all day long
I’d wave, wave after wave
Of debates and programs on TV
All about a social system
A world without money
Magic wand
Magic wand
My magic song
Magic fuckin’ wand
John: That was fuckin’ ace.
Lee: Thanks.
Sarah: I was wondering…
Lee: Oh, yeah.
Sarah: Would we still have to go to school if there was socialism?
Lee: The changes the revolution will bring—the change from a money
orientated society, to one of free access—won’t happen overnight.
Implementing socialism will mean there are many changes to
institutions…Some institutions—like banks—will cease to exist all
together.
If socialism becomes a reality—money will become a thing of the
past. Poverty and war, things of the past. Crime either a thing of the
past, or a fraction of what it is today. Pollution a thing of the past.
National identity a thing of the past…and compulsory schooling,
I believe, a thing of the past. [27]
Kids will go voluntarily to classes to learn stuff they give a shit
about. And will no longer be forced into classes to learn stuff they
couldn’t give a shit about. That’s my opinion anyway.
If under socialism the majority of parents want compulsory schools
then that will be what there will be.
John: If there’s a revolution…will I still be allowed to be English?
Lee: I don’t really know what it means to be English…I think the whole
concept of national identity might be an illusion—maybe even a
delusion.
If you think of yourself as an English lad…that’s fine. The revolution
to change an insane system to a system of common ownership and
democratic control of the means of production and distribution by and
in the best interest of the human race—won’t mean that you have to
stop thinking you’re an English lad—and one day an English man.
I think if socialism is implemented—more and more people as time
rolls on, will come to think of themselves as a part of one people one
world.
In time, people who feel they have a national identity, will fade and
die…I hope one day people all feel and say, “My country is the world.”
Rob: Will people still play football if there’s a revolution?
Lee: The world is a new place, and all the things in it, new things, to each
and every baby that is ever born…If people love and play on Earth till
the sun gets too hot—then for all those three billion years there will
have been people who have enjoyed playing football.
Jane: I don’t think things are all that bad in England.
Lee: In comparative terms we live in a very nice country…Not just in
England, but though out the world, there are many people going about
their ordinary business; eating, watching TV, visiting friends, and
having fun.
I just think, that they can have fun, but also get involved with a
socialist revolution—live for more. Help break the chains of poverty.
Jane: I think a revolution is a silly idea. [28]
Lee: Why’s that?
Jane: Well…whenever there’s a revolution…loads of people end up dying?
Lee: Well then…this revolution will just have to be unprecedented. The
Peaceful Revolution. We can’t get socialism down the barrel of a gun.
If enough people demand socialism, and do it in a way that is
positive… soldiers will stand shoulder to shoulder with the workers.
There were reforms in America in the 1960s. They weren’t brought
about by people smashing things up, and fighting with the police; they
were brought about by lawyers making persuasive arguments in court.
Because socialists are not talking about reforms, but instead a
change of world social system; it will be tried in the court of public
opinion—the worlds public.
Many people haven’t figured it out yet, that it doesn’t matter
which party is in government; if they don’t intend to abolish
capitalism they will have as their primary objective—like it or
not—to serve the interest of the owning class…An interest that is
diametrically opposed to that of the ninety-nine percent.
I’m not saying that if a politician tells you it’s raining, you
should look out the window—although; to be on the safe side, you
should look out the window…What I am saying is: When a politician
tells you what is in the best interest of the workers—their lying.
Some lie knowingly because they like the rewards of being
politicians; most lie because they believe capitalism is the best system
human wisdom can devise.
You said, “Whenever there’s a revolution, loads of people end up
dying”. There’s no rule that ses revolution can’t be non-violent…And
think about this: Loads of people have lost their lives today because of
capitalism; or to put it another way; because of unnecessary, avoidable
poverty that wouldn’t exist under socialism. [29]
If we don’t try to have a peaceful worldwide revolution because
we’re scared it will turn into a violent pile of shit…loads more people
will suffer death by capitalism in the run up to man’s annihilation in an
all out nuclear war.
There are a million and one things that will try to stop…or hold back
the socialist revolution. From the puppet politicians to the muppet media.
And also bellends who don’t understand the socialist case well enough
not to use violence.
Anyone engaging in violent action is condemned by the World
Socialist Movement…
Sarah: And the World Without Money Movement.
Lee: …Is not a part of the World Socialist Movement…
Rob: Or the World Without Money Movement.
Lee: …And is doing the socialist cause no good—that’s to say, the workers
of the world no favours.
John: I’ve been thinking…
Lee: Good for you.
John: Do you know those Muslim nut jobs?
Lee: Yeah.
John: They won’t give a shit about socialism…all they give a shit about is
the next life.
Lee: The leaders of Isis, not only couldn’t give a shit about socialism, they
couldn’t give a shit about religion. All their after is power and money.
Religion, for them, is just a tool they use to get gullible fools to
help them get what they truly believe is great—Power and money. [30]
Very few religious people—Muslim or otherwise—take the extreme
view, that if someone doesn’t believe in there version of the sugar-plum
fairy, they will kill them or try too.
If a person’s belief in the Christian sugar-plum fairy, or Hindu sugar-
plum fairy, or Jewish sugar-plum fairy, or Mormon sugar-plum fairy, or
whichever sugar-plum fairy, is not a danger to others—then crack on.
People who believe there’s an afterlife—for the most part—we’re
taught to believe there’s a life after death, by the two people they loved
and trusted most, when they were very young.
Most religious people agree that no one knows for sure what
happens after we die. And that life before death is the only one we
know for sure exists.
I believe that if there is a loving God, His one and only
commandment would be: Everyone must help to make life the best for
mankind—Seven billion brothers and sisters must establish a world
social system that has for its blue print; that the means of production
and distribution become the property of, seven billion sisters and
brothers…In other words—Lee’s socialism.
I think that if socialism was implemented—at some point in the
future everyone would be an atheist.
If socialism is established, and for the rest of man’s time on Earth
there are people who believe there’s a sugar-plum fairy—that’s OK; So
long as there of the live and let live persuasion.
I don’t see religion as an insurmountable barrier to peace on Earth;
or to ending poverty.
Jane: How did religion get started?
Lee: Once upon a time—a hundred thousand years ago…or there about’s;
people started doing drugs. And making up stories.
They didn’t know what was going on; so they made up answers to
try to explain things—They made up supernatural beings…Gods of
thunder, and lightning; gods of the mountains, and forests; gods of
happy, happy joy, joy, and mean old gods.
In the beginning the stories had the effect of dispelling some of the
fear people felt, due to their lack of knowledge and understanding of
their environment—Sometimes a wrong answer is better than no answer.
In time religion was used as a justification for crimes against
humanity—slavery, oppression, intolerance. And why the pharaoh
lived in a big house, and had loads-a-money. And everyone else lived
in little houses, and had little or no money. [31]
And then science came along, and Galileo, Newton, Darwin,
Einstein, and others, enlightened many people.
And if socialism replaces capitalism, then I think, that in less than
two hundred years, the gods will be put to bed—and believed in no
more.
Sarah: It was Rob’s birthday on Thursday…
Lee: Happy birthday Rob.
Sarah: Will people still celebrate birthdays in a socialist world?
Lee: I would imagine so…although I think Christmas will become nothing
more than a footnote in the story of man.
Sarah: Fuckoff.
Lee: Do you like Christmas, then?
Sarah: I fuckin’ love Christmas.
Lee: Well…Everyone who enjoys the various celebrations around the world
today—be it Christmas, or Ramadan, or Bonfire night, or Ground
Hog day—will go on enjoying those celebrations till the day they die.
But because I think that if socialism was implemented, religion,
and national identity will fade away—it follows that I think the
celebrations connected to them, will also come to an end.
There has never been a celebration that everyone on Earth celebrates.
I think if socialism is established there will be for the first time in
human history, a celebration that everybody enjoys.
The celebration will be to mark the transition from capitalism to
socialism. It might last for three billion years. And it might take place
on April the 14th.
[32]
Sarah: Why April the 14th?
Lee: No reason…Every day of the year has a one in three hundred and sixty-
five chance of being the special day—and that’s true of April the 14th.
The celebration might be given the name Love Everyone on Earth day.
Jane: That’s a nice name for a celebration.
Lee: Yes…I think it’s kind of catchy…I think the first day of a great future
begins when Love Everyone on Earth day is celebrated.
John: What will people give each other for presents, if everything is free?
Lee: They will give each other things they have made. They may cook or
bake something; they might make some perfume, or jewellery or a toy,
or a computer-game. They might grow some flowers, or make some
furniture, or make something from cloth. They might write and sing a
song as a present…or whatever.
Many goods will come as standard. But I think people will make
a lot of their own things. I think most factories will be fully automated.
The goods they produce will be made using the best materials, and to
the highest standard.
Cars for example will come as standard…A five-seater standard car
or an eight-seater standard car, or whatever. There won’t be much
variety in standard cars…That said—the way technology is going…one
day, people will be able to draw a picture of a car—one with its own
unique specifications—and send it from their home computer, to a fully
automated car factory; that will turn their design into a reality. And a
week later, the computer at the car factory, will send them a message
saying, “Your cars ready, come and get it”.
I imagine there will be fully automated clothes factories. And whilst
people will wear standard made clothes, they will more often than not,
make their own…People won’t be dedicated followers of fashion—they
will march to the beat of their own drum. [33]
If socialism is established, the people of the future will have a far
greater sense of individuality, than people today.
The one way they will all be the same is in the belief that a system
of society based upon the common ownership and democratic control of
the means and instruments for producing and distributing wealth by and
in the best interest of their seven billion brothers and sisters is the way
to arrange the business of man…..
I’ve tried to write a song for Love Everyone on Earth day—but it
didn’t pan out too well…
Jane: Let’s hear it.
Lee: OK…It’s called:
Love Everyone on Earth day.
Let the day dawn
When a new man is born
To a loving world
That’s loving up a storm
One people one world
Under the sun
All loving everyone
Playing with purpose
In the world we’re living on
Love Everyone on Earth day
A celebration filled with love
Marking the end of an insane system
And the beginning of a free world
When all the workers stand together [34]
Find the key to unlock the door
Bright be the day we walk into the future
Where poverty, war, and crime are no more
The winds of change are blowing
Can’t you feel it in the air?
Man’s heart and mind is glowing
Growing brighter everywhere
The mighty human race
Have climbed many mountains
To get where we are today
A world social system
That works for one and all
Can’t be far away
The family of man
Under the sun
All loving everyone
Playing with purpose
In the world we’re living on
Love Everyone on Earth day
A celebration filled with love
Marking the end of an insane system
And the beginning of a free world
Love Everyone on Earth day
Love Everyone on Earth day
Please don’t be too far away
So let it be
Sarah: That was OK.
Lee: Thanks.
Rob: What I want to know is…when’s this revolution gonna happen? [35]
Lee: For one reason or another, when it comes to revolution, I’ve always
thought in terms of the TV. The possibilities the Internet presents in
terms of revolution, have only lately begun to dawn on me.
Because of the invention of the Internet, the case for socialism
being made by the WSM, has never been easier for people to check out.
The Internet gives the movement the potential to grow exponentially.
John: If the WWMM starts to grow, people will be able to check out what
they have to say on the Internet.
Lee: That’s true…If the socialist revolution gathers pace, the workers in all
parts of the world, will start to feel like they are sharing a unique, and
very special experience.
In the end, no countries workers will stand alone. But will instead
have the backing of the workers of the world.
The governments around the world, want the workers to go on
thinking that their poverty; their job insecurity; their stress—is the
fault of other workers. Or because of economic factors that are
impossible to predict, or do anything about—and a tightening of one’s
belt just has to be excepted…as though hunger (in a world of potential
abundance) is normal.
What the puppet politicians don’t want, is for the workers of the
world to wake up and smell the coffee—to understand that the solution
to their poverty, insecurity, and stress, is to implement socialism.
Whilst good has come from fighting for rights for workers under
capitalism, there will never be universal freedom and equality under
capitalism…
Do you remember I mentioned reforms in America in the 1960s?
Jane: Yeah.
Lee: At the start of the 1960s black skinned wage slaves had to sit at the
back of a bus. But thanks to reforms, by the end of the 1960s wage
slaves regardless of skin colour, could sit anywhere they wanted on a
Lee: bus. Freedom, man; the equality of wage slaves to sit anywhere they
want on a bus. [36]
Tom Paine said, “When something is originally wrong reforms will
not make it right. And they will often do as much mischief one way as
good the other”.
The world shared an experience in 1969 when people bounced
about on the Moon. It didn’t matter that the space cadets were born and
raised in the USA.
The greatest shared experience in the story of man is yet to come.
And may never come.
Man is being held back by capitalism. Workers are being stopped
by an insane social system, from enjoying the full benefits, from the
fruits of their collective labour.
The ‘acceptable’ limits for change on offer have been
pre-conditioned into a population which has absorbed the assumption
that the fundamentals of current society are ultimately both normal and
unchangeable.
A tiny minority owning and controlling the vast majority of the
means to live, is the way of the world. And the way it will remain:
Workers shouldn’t go engaging in a battle of ideas to try to change the
status quo. Why bother to try to change the unchangeable? Capitalism
isn’t perfect—but it’s not all bad. For workers all over the world the
bread has never tasted so good, the circuses have never been so
entertaining; and anyway…there’s no other system that could possibly
work half so well. They’ve all been tried…they didn’t work. Workers
should except that the only realistic option they can call for is reform,
when they feel like there being treated like shit…after all, reforms have
done so much good…
Trust in politicians to fight to make the best society possible for the
workers, is misplaced trust. The world has suffered enough because of
the follies and beliefs of lying, and misleading, and mistaken politicians.
The workers of the world must unite. Organize as one body; with
one aim in mind. Break the chains of poverty, of our wage slavery.
Remove the blinkers from our eyes—see not national identity, or
religion, or cultural differences, or race, or colour, or any other fuckin’
thing, as an insurmountable obstacle that will stop us, from winning
through to a world fit for a healthy, intelligent, loving man… [37]
In some cultures women are treated like second class citizens…the
slave to the slaves. There treated abysmally. Like they’ve got shit for
brains.
At the turn of the twentieth-century, many men and women in
England thought women had shit for brains. And if they were allowed
to vote, the country would go to rack and ruin.
Now, almost all of the English are more enlightened. We know the
truth—women have no more got shit for brains, than men have.
Workers—both men and women—in the countries where women
are being treated badly; need to wise up. It’s the young people who
have it in their power, to make the breakthrough, and change
misogynistic, patriarchal cultures.
It will help them if they see the WSM…
Rob: Or the WWMM.
Lee: …becoming a real force in the world; to move with the times. Stop
being backward. And become socially enlightened towards their sisters.
No one is born a fuckwit—though many die in that condition.
Everyone who isn’t a fuckwit, wants to live a successful, productive,
useful life: A successful life is one in which a person has been more
happy than not. Happiness derived from another’s misery, is bad
happiness—and cannot be counted as a success. A productive life can
only take place within a society, or community. A person living alone
in the wild, is not living a productive life. To be productive a person
most give at least as much as they take, back to a society or
community. A useful life is one in which a person is making at least
one other person happy. So long as its good happiness…That’s my
take on a successful, productive, useful life, anyway…
Whether or not man’s social evolution had to follow the path it
did—it has led man to a crossroads: One road leads to Armageddon;
the other to a world social system, that sees the wealth produced by the
workers converted into a common wealth; to be shared equally and freely;
and for the means of production and distribution, to be converted into
common property; and the democratic control of the means to life, by
the people for the people. [38]
Anytime man wants to organize the end of this insane capitalist
system, and implement socialism—he can. Sometimes things just
seem to happen. And change follows rapidly.
If socialism becomes a reality, then there will be a time where there
exist people of two worlds. People born into a world living under
capitalism, who make the transition to socialism.
If that time comes; then one day the last person to have lived in
both worlds, will die. From that day forward everyone will go from the
cradle to the grave having only ever lived in a world without money.
William Blake said: What is now proven was once only imagined.
Albert Einstein said: Imagination is greater than intellect.
John Lennon sang: Imagine all the people sharing all the world.
I’d like to see an imagining of socialism. In stories, and poems,
and songs; in films, and programs, for the radio, the TV, the Internet. All
the facts and figures.
I’d like to know how many repetitive, and tedious jobs, people do,
could be done just as well by machines? How many jobs people do that
would cease to have a value if making money was no longer the aim of
the system? How best to build the infrastructure of the world, when
money is no longer part of the equation? How best for the world to go
about dismantling capitalism? How a socialist system would work in
all aspects of life? How the world would look and feel if man was to
organize to the best of his ability? And so on…
I can see a bright future for you and me. I can see us making this Earth
into one great big beautiful home and garden for the family of man.
Living in harmony with nature. Peace and love with all our brothers
and sisters.
When will the revolution happen? I don’t know…maybe it’s already
started. In a sense maybe it began a long, long time ago.
What are we waiting for…all the star’s to align…a sign in the
sky saying the time is nigh to get it on right away…we’re under starters
order’s…ready steady go? No…We’re waiting for enough people to be
persuaded of the wisdom of abolishing capitalism and establishing
socialism.
Sarah: I’ve decided to join the World Without Money Movement. [39]
Jane: Me too.
Rob: And me.
Jane: What about you John?
John: OK.
Lee: Great stuff…What is the Object of the World Without Money
Movement?
John: To establish a world social system based upon the common ownership
Jane: And democratic control of the means and instruments
Sarah: For producing and distributing wealth
Rob: By and in the best interest of our seven billion brothers and sisters.
Lee: What are you not to do when trying to persuade people to become
socialists?
John: Be violent.
Lee: What can you do to try to persuade people to become socialists?
Jane: Write poems and songs.
Rob: Make sound arguments in debates.
Sarah: Write books and pamphlets.
John: Make movies and documentary’s and programs for TV and the Internet.
Lee: You can now consider yourselves as members of the WWMM. [40]
Jane: Do we get a membership card?
Lee: If you want a membership card…then when you get home, get a bit of
card, and write on it: I’m a member of the World Without Money
Movement.
Sarah: Can we have a badge?
Lee: Again…if you want a badge…then when you get home, get a bit of card,
and some sellotape and a nappy-pin; and write on the card: World
Without Money Movement. Or you could just put the initials WWMM
Sarah: We’ve got to go now.
Lee: Good-bye, Sarah.
Sarah: Bye Lee.
Jane: Bye.
Lee: Good-bye, Jane.
Rob: See ya Lee.
Lee: Good-bye, Rob.
John: See ya mate.
Lee: Good-bye, John.
Sarah: Aren’t you gonna leave us with one last thought?
Lee: OK…I’ll leave you with something Tom Paine said—I’d like to change
and lose one or two words he used—but I won’t. I’ll just say it, the way
Tom Paine wrote it: Man is not the enemy of man, but through the
medium of a false system of government. Instead therefore of
exclaiming against the ambition of nations, the exclamation should be
directed against the principle of government; and instead of seeking to
reform the individual, the wisdom of people should apply itself to
change the system. Whether the forms and maxims of the world which
are still in place were adopted to the condition of the world at the
period they were established is not in this case the question. The older
they are the less correspondence can they have with the present state of
things. Time and change of circumstances and opinions, have the same
progressive effect in rendering modes of government obsolete as they
have upon customs and manners. Agriculture, commerce, manufactures
and the tranquil arts, by which the prosperity of the world is best
promoted, require a different system to control, and a different species
of knowledge to direct its operations, than what might have been
required when the system the world use’s now first came into being.
[41]
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Part Two
The people of the future
Strangers are just friends we’ve yet to meet.
Anon.
[43]
One: The bad old days – 2219. 44-51
Two: Orange Blossom House – 3423. 52-62
Three: A likely story – 3999. 63-67
Four: White dove – 4786. 68-70
Five: What matters? – 14472. 71-73
The bad old days – 2219. [44]
It’s a beautiful day. Sitting together on Melrose Park in Hale-Barns, Cheshire,
England, are two couples; Eric and Sylvia, and Wally and Blanche; who are all in their nineties. And eight year old Brad, and his five year old sister Della
“We watched a really old movie yesterday” said Della, “there was no talking in it.”
“It was a silent movie” said Brad, “the actor in it was called Harold Lloyd.”
“What was the name of it?” Asked Eric.
“Safety last” said Della and Brad at the same time.
“Is that the one where he dangles off a clock?” Asked Wally.
“Yeah” said Brad.
“Were talking movies invented after you were born grampy?” Asked Della with a mischievous look on her face.
“No, silly…there not that old.” Said Brad, who couldn’t always tell when Della was acting the goat.
“Do you know who the last person to live under capitalism was?” Asked Sylvia.
“Yeah” said Brad, who liked history. “It was June White…I think she died in 2132.”
“It was 2142” said Eric, “years ago me and Sylvia visited the place where she’s buried…I can still remember what it ses on the head stone.”
W———————————W
l Here lies l
l l
l June White l
l (2020-2142) l
l l
l The last person to live in two worlds. l
l Born into a world living under capitalism. l
l Died in a socialist world. l
l l
l World without money forever. l
M———————————-M
“My great gran knew people when she was little who could remember using money.” Said Blanche. “She used to call the time before socialism, the bad old days.”
“Do you think people will ever use money again?” Asked Della. [45]
“There’s no chance humankind will ever go back to capitalism…the money system has had its day.” Said Eric.
In the first half of the twenty-first century the world experienced a transition from capitalism to a world social system based upon the common ownership and democratic control of the means and instruments for producing and distributing wealth by and in the best interest of the human race.
The year is 2219. It has been two hundred years since debates and programs on TV, and the Internet, about dismantling and abolishing capitalism and implementing socialism had really got going.
The positive and enlightening debates and programs quickly became popular. And it wasn’t very long before people all over the world started to join the World Socialist Movement, or the World Without Money Movement.
Movements both, dedicated to ridding the world of an insane social system, and establishing socialism.
It took a surprisingly short space of time to convince enough people that the time had come to change the way the affairs of mankind were organized.
Once enough people had decided it was for the best to implement socialism, the full and complete transition was achived in under twenty years.
To begin with the vast majority of the seven billion people living at the pre-transition time, laughed at the small number of people, who thought getting rid of the money system was in the best interest of humankind.
Why get rid of the money system?
How do we go about dismantling capitalism?
Why will people go to work, if they don’t get paid a wage?
What will happen to law and order?
What will happen to governments?
The people of the past had millions of questions—all of which were given very reasonable answers. Until enough people were satisfied that what the advocates of socialism were saying, was not a joke, but something they needed to be a part of.
The people of the past were sceptical because they had never seen the case for real socialism, made on TV and the Internet in such a novel way. And few people had ever read any WSM, (or WWMM) literature, and therefore given any real thought to socialism. [46]
The change the world underwent happened seemingly in the blink of an eye. Many people couldn’t believe they had moved so quickly from a crazy world system, to a system designed to be the best. It didn’t happen overnight…but to the people involved, it kind of felt like it did. People were so surprised because they hadn’t realized just how fuckin’ ace, the human race could be if it put its mind to it.
Poverty is now a thing of the past. Poverty wasn’t because nature didn’t produce the raw materials in enough abundance to supply and satisfy, the wants and needs of mankind. Or because there were not enough people, ready, willing and able to turn nature’s bounty into goods that would provide everyone with a good standard of living; but was instead the result of not having organized a system of society that worked best for the workers.
War is now a thing of the past. In two world wars and numerous local ones workers had been persuaded to identify with their masters cause in the mistaken belief that they were fighting for a higher ‘national interest’. But the ‘national interest’ was always the owning class interest. Workers had nothing to gain from fighting the battles of a class whose interests were opposed to their own.
Crime is now a thing of the past. It turned out that crime was a symptom of capitalism. At the time of the transition there were serial killers, and rapists, and wife beaters, and other scum: but by implementing socialism, the conditions that gave people the best chance to grow up to be decent people, were put in place.
The definition of a baby is someone who knows jack shit. Not right from wrong. Fair from unfair. Just, jack shit. None of the people of the past who grew up to be scum, were born scum.
Year on year after the transition, saw less and less baby’s growing up to be serial killers, rapists, wife beaters, and all the other types of scum. Until scum had become extinct.
The world the people of 2219 live in, isn’t paradise—it’s just the best the human race can make for themselves. People all share the belief; that socialism is the system best suited to looking after humankind’s physical, mental, and emotional well-being. People are as diverse in the things they like, as you can imagine. People are free thinkers. They have their own views on life the individual trip. People find some truth’s that are truths only to themselves. The meaning of life for the human race, is that everyone should be, fed, watered and be given the best chances to be happy. And this state of affairs maintained till man lives on Earth no more. Till that day, it is all for one and one for all. You will treat others well…with love… because there your brothers and sisters; and in return they will do the same. [47]
Pollution is a thing of the past. Most power is derived from the Sun. Mankind had been lucky; that at the time of the transition no permanent damage had been done to Earth’s atmosphere or oceans.
Once upon a time, the world system, worked to the detriment of man and Earth—but now the fast-talking phony’s smoking big cigars, and the insane capitalist system, are gone. And land, sea, and sky are clean.
The people who thought and argued, that socialism would mean a much better life on Earth—for life on Earth—used only good ideas, and compassion, and imagination, and humour, and their love, to make the case for socialism. They never used violence. They didn’t need to line all the politicians up against a wall and shoot the bastards.
Governments are a thing of the past. The job of turning raw materials—the job of distributing goods—requires people to manage and organize. A position of management is achieved through merit.
Some people couldn’t organize a piss-up in a brewery. They just don’t have the right mind-set for it. So they instead do other jobs that suit their talents.
The position of management in the production and distribution of the means to life—and the position of management of the services people want and need, are not positions that can be abused. The way in which socialism works, a manager couldn’t be a corrupt scumbag, even if they wanted to be.
Sometimes a vote ‘For’ or ‘Against’ a thing, is called for in a local area; sometimes everyone on the planet votes ‘For’ or ‘Against’ a thing—majority vote always settles the argument.
The first generation born after the transition, grew up with a different species of knowledge. They grew up thinking of each other as a part of one people one world.
National identity is a thing of the past. Love of country has given way to love of the world. At the time of the transition, there were people who loved their country more than they loved their world. Now, children are brought up with the feeling that Earth is their home. And that their love belongs to the family of man. “My country is the world,” the people all say. [48]
Belief in God is a thing of the past. Everyone is welcome to believe that God, or anything else exists. Even if they have neither evidence, or what anyone in their right mind regards as a rational argument to support their crazy belief.
Whilst everyone is welcome to believe that God, or Leprechauns, or Fairies, or the Ridiculous Snowman exists…no one does. That’s just the way it is.
At the time of the transition, people around the world celebrated lots of different things. People who had always enjoyed one celebration or another, continued to enjoy them till the day they died.
Celebrations had come and gone for thousands of years before the transition. For many years now, the biggest and best of all man’s celebrations takes place on April the 14th, and is called Love Everyone on Earth day. It is a celebration to mark the beginning of socialism.
Since the transition, black, brown, red, yellow, and white people, have been ‘loving’ each other more and more. And this has given birth to a growing number of honey tan coloured people. It’s thought that one day everyone will be a honey tan colour.
Cruelty to animals is a thing of the past. People still eat chickens, and other meat; but all the meat animals are well looked after till their date with the dinner table—and all killed as humanely as possible.
Zoos are a thing of the past. When someone wants to look at a giraffe, or a polar-bear, or hippo, or whichever animal; they go to see them in their habitat.
People still keep animals as pets—dogs, cats, and fish are the most popular. None of the animal’s people keep as pets seem to mind being pets.
Humankind has not invented computers that can think. They remain nothing more than useful tools.
All goods are made to the highest standard. There are jobs that computer-machines can’t do…but it’s alright because people don’t mind doing a few hours here and there at a mundane job. They enjoy maximum leisure time, and positive production time.
Man has made cities, and towns, and villages, the best he can. The best layouts—the best materials. Cities are like brilliant large houses. Which suits people, cos they are one great big happy family.
There are no fatalities on the roads. If you want to race, you do it on a race-track. There are smart cars and smart roads—but the main reason there is no dangerous driving, is because there are no bellends. [49]
Many people like to move around. Living a few years here, a few years there. Settling down in one place in the winter of their lives. The average life span is ninety-five.
A lot of people make their own movies. They sometimes put actors from the twenty and Twenty-first-century’s into their films. There is technology that makes it possible to sit at your home computer, and make a top movie, with top special effects.
Many people make their own musical instruments. Many write poems and songs. A lot of people make their own clothes. And furniture. And their own cars, and homes.
There is a common language—but most people can speak more than one. Most people know basic first-aid. Many of the people of the future are fully qualified doctors.
Compulsory schools are a thing of the past. The children of the future study many things. And become expert at many things.
The people of the future are happy and smart. They love living in a world without money.
“Did they even have to pay for the air in the bad old days?” Asked Della.
“If the politicians could of found a way to tax people for breathing…you can bet your life they would have done,” said Eric with a wry smile.
“When people went to a garage, they sometimes put air in their tyres, that they had to pay for—so in that sense…they did have to pay for the air,” said Blanche.
“They used to have a bomb that could kill everyone in the world” said Brad, with the kind of relish only an eight year old boy can show at the prospect of all life on Earth being blown to smithereens.
“No they didn’t,” said Della, who sometimes thought her brother was a very silly person.
“They were called nuclear bombs,” said Wally, “one wouldn’t have been enough to kill everyone—but they had more than enough to do the job.”
“What happened to them?” Asked Della, who sometimes thought that the people of the pre-transition era were even sillier than her brother.
“During the transition they were safely disposed of,” said Sylvia, “it lifted a dark cloud that had been hanging over the human race for over sixty years.”
“Did nearly everything in the world cost money?” Asked Della. [50]
“Love and friendship, and things like that were free,” said Blanche, “but they had to pay for almost all of the goods and services they used—medical treatment, housing, food, etc—which sometimes put a strain on love and friendship.”
“Most of the people of the bad old days had to work long hours—from sixteen too sixty-five—doing mundane jobs…just to get by,” said Eric, “that’s how the system worked.”
“But some people didn’t have enough money to get by…some people even had none. Unless everyone has food, and houses, and toys, and things, the system doesn’t really work—that’s just common sense.” Said Della, who was a bright child.
“It did work…it just worked badly.” Said Wally. “It spilt the human race into two classes; the owning class, and the non-owning class. The system didn’t work in the best interest of the workers—which was most of the people…And even the owning class—with all their power and money—weren’t immune from the misery and danger a bad system created.”
“The people of the bad old days were silly people,” said Della, “silly, silly, silly.”
“They couldn’t of been that silly,” said Sylvia, “after all, they organized the transition to socialism. And now everyone enjoys maximum leisure time, and positive production time.”
“And don’t forget free and equal access to the means to live—and live well. A life for one and all which is as good as man can make for man thanks
to those not so silly people,” said Eric.
“Do you want some lemonade?” Asked Brad, who had made some lemonade.
“Yes pleases.” Said the old folks, and Della.
“So what have you learned in the last week or two?” Asked Blanche.
“Loads of stuff.” Said Brad and Della at the same time.
“Last week we stayed in Conway castle in Wales for a few days,” said Brad, “we wore clothes from the thirteen hundreds, and were showed how to make them.”
“Brad looked really funny.” Said Della, and giggled.
“We made food from recipes from the fourteenth, and fifteenth century’s. And we learned about husbandry, and the weapons they used…” [51]
“I didn’t like the weapons…Brad hit me on the head with a mace,” said Della, with a disapproving look at Brad.
“It was made out of foam rubber…it didn’t hurt,” said Brad, with a shake of his head.
“Me and Blanche stayed a few nights in Conway castle in the 70s,” said Wally.
In 2156 there had been a vote as to whether or not to leave the castle the way it was, or do it up. The vote had been for making it look like what it did back in its prime—with a few modern conveniences.
“What else have you learned in the last couple of weeks?” asked Sylvia, taking a swig of the very nice lemonade.
“Last weekend we went round too Uncle Bob’s, Auntie Edith’s, and Hank, Emma, and Floyd’s house…” said Della.
“How are they?” asked Wally.
“Oh, fine, fine,” said Brad, “Hank taught me some power-cords on a guitar his dad had made him…I’ve learned to play a song from the bad old days called Smoke on the water.”
“We all went for a walk one day to the Grand Teten; and Bob told us how it was formed,” said Della, “and later on, we drove to the Hunlen Falls, and they were ace…And the next day, me and Emma took Floyd for a walk. We nearly went as far as the Kaieteur Falls. Floyd chased after a squirrel…he didn’t catch it…it ran up a tree. And Emma showed me some berries, and some mushrooms you can eat. And Auntie Edith put the mushrooms in a spaghetti Bolognese…and it tasted groovy.”
Orange Blossom House – 3423 [52]
Ky is twenty-three years old. He lives in Orange Blossom House in Japan. The year is 3423.
Ky was born in America. He’s not American—and nor is anybody else. Like everyone else, he thinks: My country is the world.
Countries don’t exist—at least not in terms of people having a national identity. All people see themselves as belonging to one people one world. Names of countries are used only too give a rough idea of where a person is on the planet.
Since the transition, cities all over the world had undergone major changes. Where once cities were built with money as part of the equation; now they were built with peoples happiness and well-being as there only consideration.
Cities all around the world had buildings and monuments from the pre-transition era within them; but much of the cities of the world were knocked down during the transition. And built again from scratch. Designed to be the best—no cowboy shit.
Ky was a regular kind of guy. He lived in New York with his mum, dad, and two older brothers, for the first three years of his life. Then they all moved to a city in Kenya, where they lived for four years. Then they lived in a mobile-home, traveling all over Africa for three years. Then his oldest brother went too live in Denmark. And the rest of the family sailed around the mediterranean on a yacht for two years. Then his other brother went too live in Brazil. And Ky and his parents went too live in a cabin in a sparsely populated part of Canada.
At fifteen he decided he wanted a place of his own. And moved too Scotland. Where he met, and became lifelong friends with a lad called Vilich. They lived in Edinburgh for a year. Then traveled round Australia on motor bikes for two years—meeting and falling in love with two friends along the way…called Sharon and Tracy.
When they had had enough riding around, they decided to get a house together. They looked on the computer for empty houses, and spotted Orange Blossom House in Japan.
It had been built in 3054 and was covered in painted illusions. The four of them had lived there very happily for three years, now.
It was a sunny day, and Ky was in the garden with the pets. Milly the dog and Balls the cat. He was trying to come up with a new magic trick—because he loved coming up with new magic tricks. [53]
He thought about him and Sharon having kids someday. And he thought; if they had a son they could call him Merlin. And if they had a daughter, they could call her Magic, or maybe Whizzy.
Any kids they had would be well entertained; Sharon could put on a pretty good puppet show; Vilich was a pretty good ventriloquist; and Tracy could juggle six balls at the same time—seven if you included the cat.
Ky thought about what he was gonna cook everyone for tea. He decided he would make something from the Margaret Powell cook-book.
Ky thought about what Sharon was up too: Sharon was training to become a fire-officer. Finding people trapped in burning buildings; evacuating people from the path of lava flows; forest fires; and all sorts of other fire related stuff.
If there was an emergency; the computer mobiles—which most people wore on their wrists—would sound the emergency call. And then all the fire-officers, or doctors, or whoever, in the local area, would respond.
Ky thought about what Vilich and Tracy were up too: In 3423 the longest bridge in the world was in China. As often as not the bridge was painted by a fully automated bridge painting computer-machine. But this year people had decided to do it themselves. To give it a unique look.
As Ky was trying to figure out a new magic trick, he found the sun was getting in his eyes. “Gonna have to put me cap on,” said Ky, to Milly, and Balls. And headed for the house.
Orange Blossom had sixteen bedrooms; a swimming pool; a games room, with some pool-tables, dartboards, snooker-tables, table-tennis-tables, a few trampolines, and some ten-pin bowling lanes, in it. A kitchen upstairs, and a kitchen down stairs. A keep-fit room, with weights, and stuff in it. A large room that could be used for roller-skating, or basketball, or cycle speedway, or five a side football, or dancing, or whatever. There were nine mellow rooms. A library. A gallery. And half a dozen bathrooms.
Ky walked into one of the mellow rooms with Milly and Balls following him. There was a TV in the room. It was a standard TV. Many standard goods were made in fully automated factories.
Where a computer-machine couldn’t make, or fully make an item, people would make it, or help make it. [54
Some jobs required people to do a lot of training. Some jobs needed next to no training. Some jobs needed people to commit to the work for an extended period of time. Other jobs people would do just for one morning, or afternoon, or evening; sometimes for a week, or a month, or whatever.
People would look on the job site, and if they saw a job they fancied doing—whether it was a mundane job, or not—they would press the accept button.
The system worked perfectly well. Everyone had their needs met. And everyone felt like their lives were, successful, productive, and useful.
On a whim, Ky turned the TV on—it was voice activated. “TV on,” said Ky. A short film about turnips had just started: A field full of turnips was surrounded with cameras, which were linked to a computer.
When the computer sees that the turnips are ripe; a shed door opens and out comes a turnip gathering machine. It drives up and down the field picking up the turnips. When it’s got all the turnips, it drives out of the field, and into the turnip washing machine. Has a wash. Then drives back into the shed, and the doors close.
The turnips are boxed up and sent to where their required. No people were needed to sow, or reap, or box up, or send the turnips on their way.
“Off, TV,” said Ky. “Do you think my cap is in the garage?” Milly put her head to one side, and looked quizzical. And waged her tail.
In the garage were two motor bikes made by Ky and Vilich. Two standard bikes. A car made by Vilich. A standard five-seater car. A boat called LOVE made by all four of them. A plane made by Tracy and Sharon. And four bicycles made by each of them.
Ky’s cap wasn’t in the garage. He walks along the hallway; the pets still following; and comes to a grand-father clock: Which had been made by the person who designed and built—with a little help from his friends—Orange Blossom House.
The clock played a different tune, at random, on the hour. The time was
11-59 a.m; so Ky stood by the clock, and waited to hear what it would play—it was Nowhere Man by the Beatles.
Ky continued the search for his cap. The next place he looked, was a mellow room. The cap wasn’t in this room either—but Ky spotted a book of quotes, poems, songs, proverbs, and miscellaneous stuff, that Sharon had been collecting since she was ten. [55]
Ky flicked the pages reading things at random:
We can embrace love
It’s not too late
Why do we sleep instead with hate
Belief requires no suspension
To see that hell is our invention
We make hell real
We stoke its fires
And in its flames
Our hope expires
Heaven to is merely our creation
We can grant ourselves our own salvation
All that’s required is imagination
From the Book of counted sorrows.
Conventional people are roused to fury by departure from convention, largely because they regard such departure as a criticism of themselves.
Anon.
You see you… can’t please everyone
So you’ve…got to please yourself.
Ricky Nelson.
Don’t let school ruin your education.
Mark Twain (1835-1910).
He who would teach the child to doubt, ne’er the rotting grave get out.
William Blake (1757-1827).
The first great gift we can bestow on others is a good example.
Anon. [56]
And you think you’re so clever and classless, and free
But you’re still fuckin’ peasants as far as I can see.
John Lennon (1940-1980).
Every history of creation, and every traditonary account, whether from the lettered or unlettered would, however they may vary in their opinion or belief of certain particulars, all agree in establishing one point, “the unity of man,” by which I mean that men are born equal, and with equal natural rights, in the same manner as if posterity had been continued by “creation” instead of “generation,” the latter being only the mode by which the former is carried forward; and consequently every child born into the world must be considered as deriving its existence from nature. The world is as new to him as it was to the first man that existed, and his natural right in it is of the
same kind.
Thomas Paine (1737-1809).
The management of the affairs of the world—the business of arranging the conditions under which we live—is at present in the hand of Practical, level-headed, Sensible Business-men.
The result: Large numbers exist in perpetual poverty: a great many more periodically starve: many actually die of want: hundreds destroy themselves rather than continue to live and suffer.
Robert Trestle (1869-1911).
So long as the system of competition in the production and exchange of the means of life goes on, the degradation of the arts will go on; and if that system is to last forever, then art is doomed, and will surely die; that is to say civilization will die.
William Morris (1834-1896).
Every gun that is fired, every warship launched, every rocket fired, [57] signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed those who are cold and are not clothed. The world in arms in not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its labourers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
Dwight Eisenhower (1880-1969).
Only very slowly and late have men come to realize that unless freedom is universal it is only extended privilege.
Anon.
No man is an irland, intire it selfe; every man is a peece of the continent, a part of the maine, if a clod bee washed away by the sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a manner of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankidne. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell toll; It tolls for thee.
John Donne (1571-1631).
There are three kinds of senses: Physical, common and non. The first is used (and abused) by everyone. The last has become the property of infants, absurdist’s and politicians. And the one in the middle? Strung between the poles of the super-rational and the occult it suffers from disuse and neglect. The world suffers along with it.
Anon.
Ignorance is of a peculiar nature; and once dispelled, it is impossible to re-establish it. It is not originally a thing of itself, but is only the absence of knowledge, and though man may be kept ignorant he cannot be made ignorant. The mind, in discovering truth, acts in the same manner as it acts through the eye in discovering objects; when once any object has been seen, it is impossible to put the mind back to the sane condition it was in before it saw it. Thomas Paine (1737-1809).
The flea and the man. [58]
A man who’d been extremely irritated
By a flea caught it at last: “Who are you who crawl
All over my body and annoy me?”
“A flea sir” the insect cried.
“Its my way of life. Please don’t destroy me.
The harm I do is very, very, small,”
Amused, the man replied,
“You die by my hand now. Great or small,
A nuisance cannot be tolerated.”
Aesop (629-560).
Increased means and increased leisure are the two civilizers of men.
Benjamin Disraeli (1804-1881).
Seek pleasure that produces no pain
Reject pleasure that produces pain
Reject pleasure that prevents the enjoyment of
greater pleasure or produces greater pain
Endure pain that averts greater pain or secures greater pleasure.
Epicurus (341-270).
Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.
Andre Gide.
One of the great problems that the world has is fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.
Bertrand Russell (1872-1970).
Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand.
[59]
Percy Shelly (1792-1822).
The liberty of the individual must be thus far limited; he must not make himself a nuisance to other people.
John Stewart Mill (1806-1873).
The greatest friendship in the world should be that between husband and wife
Bonaventura.
By all means marry: if you get a good wife you’ll become happy: if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher.
Socrates (469-399).
Behind every great man…There’s a surprised woman.
Anon.
The great joy of a dog is you can make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, he’ll make a fool of himself too.
Anon.
Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland
Beasts of every land and clime
Hearken to my joyful tidings
Of the golden future time
Soon or late the day is coming
Tyrant Man shall be o’erthrown
And the fruitful fields of England
Shall be trod by beasts alone
Rings shall vanish from our noses
And the harness from our back
Bit and spur shall rust forever
Cruel whips no more shall crack
Richs more than mind can picture [60]
Wheat and barley, oats and hay
Clover, beans and mangle-wurzles
Shall be ours upon that day
Bright will shine the fields of England
Purer shall its waters be
Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes
On the day that sets us free
For that day we must labour
Though we die before it break
Cows and horses, geese and turkeys
All must toil for freedoms sake
Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland
Beasts of every land and clime
Hearken well and spread my tidings
Of the golden future time
George Orwell (1903-1950).
The job of a socialist is to make more socialists.
The World Socialist Movement.
The only way to fail is not to try.
Anon.
Ky put down Sharon’s book of collected quotes, poems, songs, proverbs, and miscellaneous things, and continued looking for his cap.
“Where’s my cap..where’s my cap..where’sss myyy cappp?” He sang as he danced a little jig—Milly and Balls waged their tails.
Ky decided to try another mellow room. He opened up the door—and there stood himself, Vilich and Tracy, and Sharon with his cap on her head.
“Abrafuckincadabra,”said Ky, and took his cap off the head of Sharon’s wax-work. [61]
Sharon was fifteen when she had made life-size wax-works of herself, and Tracy. And last year she made wax-works of Ky and Vilich.
He put his cap on, and went back to the garden—the pets still following. And continued to try to come up with a new magic trick.
When it was five o’clock, he went to the kitchen and started cooking tea. Sharon got home at 5-30. She came into the kitchen, and kissed Ky.
“Hi,” said Ky, “you smell like your on fire.”
“I’m just hot for you sugar-face,” said Sharon, “I’m gonna take a shower…do you want to join me?”
“Can’t risk it…things are at the critical stage.”
“OK,” she said, kissed again, and went for a shower.
Ten minutes later in walked Vilich and Tracy. “Ummm, something smells good.”
“Hi guys,” said Ky, “you’ve both got paint in your hair…and pretty much everywhere else by the looks of things.”
“You don’t know how right you are,” said Tracy.
“We’re off to take a shower,” said Vilich, “do you want to join us?”
“Only is you like your apple-pie well cooked.”
“Nah,” said Vilich, and went off to have sex in the shower.
Sometime later—after they had finished their teas—Ky said. “Who wants a game of Connect Four?” And then the phone rang.
“Engage call” said Ky, “Hello.”
“Hi Ky…how ya do-in?..Are the other three there?”
“Yeah” said the other three.
“I’m fine Fydor,” said Ky, “but tell me…why do I get the feeling your not far away?”
“It must be because your a magician. I’ve got my latest movie with me—I think your gonna like it.”
Ky and Fydor had been friends since they were little kids. Two years ago Fydor’s wife had died in a skiing accident. Leaving him to bring up their twin girls—Abba and Blonde—who were four.
“Have you got the kids with you?” asked Ky. [62]
“No…there with mum and dad in Ireland.”
“Pity” said Sharon and Tracy at the same time.
“What’s the movie called?” asked Vilich.
“A Family of Werewolves.” Fydor loved making films; this latest one had taken him two months. The technology which allowed you to make what once would have been considered a block-buster from your own armchair, had been invented.
Fydor often put dead old stars in his films: John Wyane, Kirk Dougles, Clint Eastwood, Kathreen Hepburn, Marilin Monroe, and Goldie Horn were some of his favourites.
When Fydor arrived, he said, “Man, I’m hungry…what’s there too eat?”
“There’s apple pie,” said Ky.
“That’ll do very nicely to start with.”
The five friends talked for hours. And then watched A Family of Werewolves. After it was finished Vilich said, “I thought it was great, especially that bit where Ky gets his head ripped off.”
“I liked the bit where Vilich gets slapped by Megan [Goldie Horn] for making improper suggestions,” said Tracy.
“I thought the part where Abba and Blonde land the plane was funny as fuck,” said Sharon.
“I loved it,” said Ky, “scared the shit out of me…It was the same person singing all the songs on the sound track..?”
“Gene Vincent. He was a rock and roll legend…I’m glad you all enjoyed it. Is there any of that pie left?”
“There sure is,” said Ky, who was a regular kind of guy.
A likely story – 3999. [63]
“Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one.” BANG—the Houses of Parliament have just been blown up.
Its 8p.m on the 5th of November 3999. A vote was taken as to whether or not to keep making repairs to the Houses of Parliament; or blow them up, and let off a load of fireworks.
Zeb and his nine year old son Luke stood eating jacket-potatoes, with beans, admiring the beautiful firework filled sky. “Cool,” said Luke.
“Sweet,” said Zeb, “are you ready for a drink?”
Luke finished the last of his spud, and nodded his head. Zeb took a flask from his back-pack. And they both had a nice mug of Bovril, and enjoyed the bonfire.
After the entertainment was over, they went back to their apartment by mono-rail.
The next morning they went to a gallery that housed paintings from all of the last forty century’s. Zeb didn’t have a favourite; but Luke did—it was Hal’s Gypsy girl.
After a couple of hours in the gallery, they went for a wonder round the Babylon Gardens; too marvel at the vast verity of flowers, and shrubberies.
“Do wanna go ‘orse ridding?” asked Zeb.
“Nah,” said Luke, “but you go…I’m gonna head back to the apartment. And play some computer-games. After that I’ll take Harvey for a walk.”
“Sound. See ya later.”
“See ya later Dad.”
Zeb and Luke, and Zeb’s other kid, Laura, who was six; had lived in London for three years. Laura was with her gran-parents, from her mother’s side; adventuring in the rain forests of Argentina.
The social contract part of marriage was a thing of the past. But most people met someone; fell in love, and shared their lives together.
Zeb had loved Cora (Luke and Laura’s mum) very much; but unfortunately she had died four years ago in a hang-gliding accident.
If you fall of your bicycle, and break your arm, or a shark ate your leg; you couldn’t just put your arm, or leg stump, in a vat of magic liquid, and make it all better…There are no vats of magic liquid.
Establishing socialism hadn’t created paradise…only the closest the human race would ever get to it. [64]
Zeb is thirty years old. The average life span in this millennium, was ninety-five.
On average, people had two kids. Abortions were very rare indeed. There were sometimes abortions for medical reasons; and sometimes simply because the woman didn’t want to have a baby—twenty-six this century.
The days when a woman would spend weeks wondering: Should I, shouldn’t I, have an abortion? And then deciding to have one when it was too late; and finding after a month or two, that she couldn’t cope; and bagging the baby up, and throwing it in a wheelie bin…were long gone.
No baby would ever again see its bedroom filled with no toys; no cute pictures on the walls; and no love.
No baby would ever again find no milk in its mother’s breasts, because the woman is starving to death.
No baby would ever again find a pillow pressed over its face, because its parents hope to make some money from a life insurance policy.
No baby would ever again grow up to believe: cruel and selfish is the way people are; so I will be like them.
No baby would ever again grow up with a prize bellend for a mother, and a prize bellend for a father.
Back at the apartment Luke sat at the computer, and typed: Random select computer games from the twentieth century. For an hour, or so, he played Road rash, Micro-machines, Sunset riders, and Zombies.
“Do you wanna go for a walk fur-face?” said Luke. Harvey the dog wagged his tail. “Come on then. Ya great furry pile of idiot.”
Luke put Harvey’s collar on (that his dad had made) and a standard lead. And headed for the great outdoors.
They ran up hills, and down hills; over streams, and in and out of trees.
“STAY.” Harvey stayed. Those dog classes they had been going too; were definitely working. He put the lead on. A woman came on over and said, “Hello…you’ve got your dog well trained.”
“Thanks,” said Luke, “we’ve been going to dog school.”
The woman’s dog—Tina—and Harvey, sniffed each other and seemed to like what they smelt; so the owners let them off their leads to play.
Luke and the woman, walked and talked for a while, then went their
separate ways. [65]
When they got back to the apartment, Luke took off Harvey’s lead and collar, and said, “In a while crocodile,” and headed for the fun fair.
The smell of doughnuts hit his nose; closely followed by the smell of chips, hot-dogs, candy-floss, and bumper-cars. He made his way over to a roller-coaster ride called The Cosmic Rocket.
The ride began two thousand feet from the ground. It lasted eight minuet’s, and had a top speed of—shit off a shovel.
In the elevator, on the way up to the start of the ride, Luke got chatting to a couple of lads his age called Terry and Jake.
After the ride was over, they started to pal about together—bullying was a thing of the past.
As the three boys walked along, an ice-cream van stopped near them. So they all got an ice-cream. The ice-cream vans were driverless. A man was in the van handing out the ice-creams. Just because he felt like it. When there was no one handing out the ice-creams, people just helped themselves.
“What sort of things do you like doing?” asked Luke.
“Let me see,” said Terry, “I like archaeology, cross country running, cooking, dinghy racing, cyclo-cross, cross country skiing, geochronolgy, making things out of clay, jet skiing, white water canoeing, speed boats, coracle racing, and making cartoons.”
“I like,” said Jake, “psychedelic art, scuba diving, tennis, ethnohistory, playing the bag-pipes, flying planes, archery, boxing, ice-skating, protohistory, motor cross, ski jumping, and rowing.”
“What you into?” asked Terry.
“Well,” said Luke, “I like snow-mobils, cycle speedway, speedway, devil take the hind most, neurology, golf, catamaraning, sail-skating, go-cart racing, walking me dog, and butterfly watching.”
People studied and enjoyed doing a wide variety of things. There were no longer compulsory schools. Children weren’t forced to try to learn shit, they didn’t give a shit about. They were allowed to choose what they wanted to learn. An education of choice, worked very well.
Let’s leave Luke and his new found friends, and see what Zeb has been up to.
Zeb got a bike from a bicycle stand, and cycled ten miles to the great outdoors. When he got to a field of horses, he left the bike at a bike stand, and walked into the field. [66]
He found a horse he liked the look of; made the sort of noises people make,
who know what their doing with horses, make; lead the horse to the stables;
saddled up, jumped on, and rode off. They raced up hills, and down hills, over streams, and in and out of trees. After a while Zeb slowed—Redrum—to a trot. A woman on another horse was coming towards him. When she got close enough, Zeb could not believe his eyes—for it was none other than a woman he had seen on no less than six other occasions.
The first time he had seen her was in a cafeteria in Milan; eight years ago. She had accidently dropped a tray of food, close to where he was sat, with his wife and baby Luke. He had picked up a fallen doughnut, and handed it to her.
The second time he saw her was about a year later playing golf on a course in Dundee. He had been waiting with a friend to T-off, when he had the feeling that he had seen the woman they were waiting behind before, somewhere. It took him till the 18th hole to remember.
The third time he saw her, he had no problem remembering where he’d seen her before. The third time he saw her was in China—six months later—she was giving a lecture on the life and times of Gengiz Khan.
The fourth time he saw her, she was swimming in the Arabian Nights swimming centre in Kabul. He was with Luke and baby Laura.
The fifth time he had seen her was a year later in a hot-air balloon over Paris. He was surprised to see—when he had got his binoculars focused—that the woman in another hot-air balloon, five hundred yards away, was her. He jumped up and down, waving like a mad man; and she had waved back; somewhat more calmly.
The sixth time he saw her was last New Year’s Eve. She had been doing the polka-mazurka to the 1980s classic Nelly the Elephant at a party in Moscow.
And now…her she was, again. Looking as beautiful as she had done on all the other occasions. He realized he most have been staring at her, and looking like a bit of a prick
“Are you alright…have we met?” she asked.
“I’m fine,” said Zeb. And then told her where he’d seen her before. When he had finished, she said, “Well, fuck a duck.” And they both laughed.
Ruby was her name. She was twenty-nine, single, with no kids. They rode along together talking about this and that. “I’m ready for some food,” said Ruby, “would you like to join me?” [67]
“I’d love too,” said Zed.
After they had sorted the horses. They went to a cafeteria. They got some food, and went and sat down. “Do you play Dungeons and Dragons,” asked Ruby.
“Yeah,” said Zeb, “I’m a level two Elf.”
“I’m a level five Wizard. There’s a game on tonight…would you like to play with me?”
“Very much…although I must warn you; the last time I played, I got turned into a newt…I got better.”
They had a lot of fun playing Dungeons and Dragons. And scored enough points to advance Zeb to another level. He was never turned into a newt again.
White dove – 4786. [68]
April 30th Dear dairy, what a day it’s been; it’s been just like a dream. I am thirteen today. Happy birthday to me; in this year 4786. Mum gave me this beautiful dairy she made for me. Thanks mum. And dad. And big sis.
We’ve lived in Nebraska for just over a year now. Mum and dad and Rosa think it’s the best place they’ve ever lived. And I do, too.
It’s nearly 11p.m. After I’ve written this I’m going to bed. Me and Lupin went to the World of Mythology centre. It was a lot of fun. We had knickerblocker-glories, that were the best I have ever tasted.
As we walked around the Mythology centre, I had this fantasy about bringing a girl of about my age, from before the transition—who liked to keep a dairy—into our world. To show her that things had panned out really well for humankind. The horror of countless wars, were a long time passed. And peace on Earth had reigned supreme for over two and a half thousand years.
I finished making my dress last night. When Lupin saw it, he said I looked like a Red Indian. He sang me a song from the pre-transition called Running Bear; and started calling me White Dove. So I started calling him Chief Joseph. He didn’t know who Chief Joseph was; so I told him: he was the chief of the Nez pecces; one of the greatest of all Indian generals; who defeated three U.S forces sent against his few followers.
Lupin seems to have a thing about caves at the moment. He’s been down seven in the last month. Let me see if I can remember them all: Slovensky raj caves in Czechoslovakia, Sinoia caves in Zimbabwe, Chara caves in Morocco, Drach caves in Spain, Baradla caves in Hungary, Armand cave in France, and the Ghar pardu caves in Iran.
We’ve made plans to go down a cave next week. We’re not sure which one yet; but Lupin thinks we should go down the Grotto of Han caves in Belgium.
White Dove is now very sleepy dove. Good night dear dairy.
April 31st Me and dad went down a sewer; we we’re inspecting things. It was a shitty job; but until a computer-machine can be programmed with common sense—or indeed any sense—there will always be some shitty jobs that people will have to do. [69]
We wore breathing masks; and I put some perfume Lupin had made for me inside mine. We wondered around for about three hours, and didn’t find anything amiss.
May 1st Went to the old peoples village. Cooked some food. Vacuumed some carpets. And pushed Elsie around in her wheelchair. She told me that when she was younger, she was in a band called Looking Glass.
I checked them out on the computer, and they were really good. Elsie sang and played guitar.
I’m pretty good at playing the piano—even if I do say so myself. And Lupin plays a mean flute. Maybe we should start a band. I’ve thought of a good name—White Doves.
May 2nd Me, and mum, and dad, helped uncle Albert build his house. I love brick laying—it’s so relaxing. And driving a J.C.B is always good for a laugh.
This evening I went to another oceanography class. I’ve decided that when I grow up, I want to be a dolphin.
May 5th Just got back from Belgium. It’s 11p.m. Had a great time. We met the man who would have been king of England.
Lupin’s little brother Paddy—who’s nine—went with us. When we were in the Grotto of Han—which was brilliant—Lupin told us this poem:
One day feeling, O so brave
I went walking in a cave
Now I fear I can’t get out
I’ll die in here, I have no doubt
I’ll mould and turn to slimy bone
Here where the sun has never shown
Where I’ll lie in darkness all alone
Here in my tomb of ancient stone
Remember me before you dare
To journey into midnights lair
Remember me and what I write
Here lies one who loved the light
But he was curious and brave [70]
He went walking in a cave
About five minutes after he told us the poem, Paddy fell over and broke his arm. And that’s when we met the man who would have been the king of England. His name is Richard, and his wife is called Fanny.
They are both doctors; so we went back to their house, and they sorted Paddy’s arm out. And we all stayed there for the night.
Richard showed us his family tree. If socialism hadn’t happened—Richard would now be the king of England.
Interest in the royal family faded during the transition; less and less people lined the streets waving little flags, as some royal person went past in a gold carriage, wearing a silly hat called a crown.
When the little flag waver’s stopped turning up to the show—the show was over. Richard Windsor was pleased that socialism had been established, (for the obvious reasons) but also because it meant that him and his wife wouldn’t be known as King Dick and Queen Fanny. Till the next time. Good night, dear dairy.
What matters? – 14472. [71]
Lee was listening to Jeff Wyane’s War of the Worlds album; when there was a knock at the door.
He opened the door. “Hi Mandy, do you want a brew?”
“Yes please. Have you been up to anything?”
“Just chilling out. What about you?”
“Me and Andy went canoeing round Crater Lake yesterday,” said Mandy. “And last night we kipped on Wizard Island. It was ace.”
“I’ve made some biscuits,” said Lee, “do you want to try them?”
“The last ones tasted like shit.”
“These ones are much better.”
“They couldn’t be any bleeding worse.”
Lee went and made Mandy a brew. And got the biscuits. “The summer sun is fading as the year grows old / And darker days are drawing near / My life will be forever autumn / Now your not here.” Lee and Justin sang, together.
“Do you think people will ever make intelligent computers?” asked Mandy.
“I don’t even think we’ll make stupid computers.” said Lee, “Computers were invented over twelve thousand years ago. And whilst they can be put too more uses now than they could then, they remain no more than useful tools.
“If people ever create a program that leads to a computer becoming self-aware, with the potential to become as smart as us…they will find—I believe—that they have made a big mistake…But like I say; I don’t even think we’ll make computers smart enough to be called stupid—let alone intelligent.”
“These biscuits are really nice,” said Mandy. “What do you think will happen to people in terms of physical, and social evolution?”
Lee took a swig of water, and lit a spliff.
“People from now, until the end of time [Three Billion Years] won’t change. Humankind’s physical evolution is over—this is as good as it gets.
“Social evolution…There’s no further we can go. We have reached the summit of man’s social evolution. We can’t be any more loving. There isn’t a world social system that could give us more; make life easier; make life fairer, than the one we have…The aim of mankind is no longer to establish a system that works in man’s best interest; the aim now, is to keep the status quo till the end of time—which is when the sun gets too hot for people to live on Earth.” [72]
“Do you think people will find a way to extend the life-span of humans beyond the average of ninety-five years?” asked Mandy.
“No,” said Lee, “some things are simply not possible.”
War of the Worlds came to an end. “Put The Point on,” said Mandy.
“This is the town and these are the people / This is the town where the people all play / This is the town and these are the people / That’s the way they wanted it / That’s the way it’s going to stay.” Lee and Mandy sang together. And then Lee put The Point on.
“Do you think people will ever set foot on another habitable planet,” asked Mandy.
“Yes…but no one from this planet will; we’re too far away; it’s just the way the cookie crumbles…I think there are an infinite number of humans. Some will live on planets which are near enough for them to travel from one habitable planet to another—but only if the planets are very close.
“Sadly—or otherwise—we’re too far from the nearest habitable planet. If people are lucky, they’ll get three billion years on Earth; but when it’s over for man on Earth—it’s over.
“Hopefully people will celebrate every April 14th till the end of time. A celebration to mark the implementation of a system which has led to billions of people—so far—going from their cradles to their graves never knowing the misery of poverty, the horror of war, or the terror and fear of crime.
“Love Everyone on Earth day isn’t just a kick-ass party, and a celebration of socialism being established; it’s also a day we give thanks to our brothers and sisters of the twenty-first century. For having the courage, the imagination, and the good sense to implement socialism.
“If man reaches the end of time, then for all that time, the people of the twenty-first century will hold a special place in the heart of man…The people of the twenty-first century; they came they saw they conquered the capitalist system—and probably not a minute too soon.
“It doesn’t matter that humans will only ever have an average life-span of ninety-five years. It doesn’t matter that we will never set foot on another habitable planet…For thousands of years now, we have kept the status quo. Billions have enjoyed the best life man can make for man. So long as we maintain the status quo; and keep all the brothers and sisters fed, watered and happy, for all the time we exist—then we would of got right all that really matters.
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Part Three.
My thoughts and hopes.
We have it in our power to build the world all over again.
Thomas Paine (1737-1809).
One: World Without Money Movement: Object and Declaration of Principles
76-77
Two: Socialism. 78-80 [75]
Three: Capitalism. 81-83
Four: The golden age of capitalism—a fool’s paradise. 84-85
Five: Democracy. 86-87
Six: Poverty. 88
Seven: Workers and work. 89
Eight: A workers declaration. 90-91
Nine: Infinity theory. 92-93
Ten: From World War Three to socialism. 94
World Without Money Movement: Object and Declaration of Principles.
Object. [76]
To establish a world social system based upon the common ownership and democratic control of the means and instruments for producing and distributing wealth by and in the best interest of the human race——To end poverty, war, and most, if not all crime; to give everyone a high standard of living; to give everyone free access to goods and services; and to give everyone maximum leisure time, and good work time.
Declaration of Principles.
One: That society as at present constituted is based upon the ownership of the means of living (i.e. land, factories, railways, etc,) by the one percent or the owning class, and the consequent enslavement of the workers, by whose labour alone wealth is produced——The current world system doesn’t work in the best interest of the human race. And never will. If we stick with it there’ll be another World War. And we don’t want that—no sirree Bob.
Two: That in society, therefore, there is an antagonism of interests, manifesting itself as a class struggle between those who possess but do not produce and those who produce but do not possess——One percent of the human race pretty much own all the wealth; whereas the workers should own all the wealth by virtue of the fact they made it.
Three: That this antagonism can be abolished only by the emancipation of the workers from the domination of the owning class, by the conversion into the common property of society of the means of production and distribution, and their democratic control by all the people——The ninety-nine percent need to act as one; organize themselves; make a plan to peacefully dismantle capitalism and implement socialism. It’s for the best.
Four: That as in the order of social evolution the workers are the last to achieve their freedom, the emancipation of the workers will involve the emancipation of all mankind, without distinction of race or sex——The workers were pissed upon back in pharaohs day. The puppet politicians are still persuading workers that the warm wet stuff trickling down their backs is only rain. [77]
Five: That this emancipation most be the work of the workers themselves——The power to make the world work in the best interest of the workers is in the hands of the workers; but only if the workers of the world unite.
Six: That as the machinery of government, including the armed forces of the nation, exists only to conserve the monopoly by the owning class of the wealth taken from the workers, the workers most organize consciously and politically for the conquest of the powers of government, national and local, in order that this machinery, including these forces, may be converted from an instrument of oppression into the agent of emancipation and the overthrow of privilege, aristocratic and plutocratic——Change from a money orientated society to one of free access, won’t be a teddy-bears picnic.
Seven: That as all political parties are but the expression of class interests, and as the interest of the workers are diametrically opposed to the interests of all sections of the owning class, the party seeking the workers emancipation must be hostile to every other party——Not hostile in the, “Your gonna get your fuckin’ ‘eads kicked-in,” sense of the word. It’s just a battle of ideas.
Eight: The World Without Money Movement—of which I am currently the only member—calls on the workers of the world to abolish capitalism, establish socialism, and let the good times roll. The WWMM enters the field of political action determined to wage war against all political parties whether alleged labour or avowedly capitalist, and calls upon the members of the family of man to muster under its banner to the end that a speedy termination may be wrought to the system which deprives them of the fruits of their labour, and that poverty may give place to comfort, privilege to equality, and wage-slavery to freedom.
Tom Paine said, “Whatever is my right as a man is the right of another and it becomes a duty to guarantee as well as to possess.”
Everyone has to do what they can to help: If all you can do to help is vote for socialism if or when you get the chance—then vote.
Socialism. [78]
We should all be having a great time. And will do if we organize to the best of our ability. All of us can have good food; clean drinking water; the best infrastructure; the best health care; the best goods and services: Substandard food, water, infrastructure, health care, goods and services, will belong to yesterday.
If we establish a system that works in the best interest of the human race, we will create the conditions for the human race to become the best they can be: Scumbags and bellends will belong to yesterday.
I saw a lecture on TV a few years ago; and this professor boffin bloke [Hans?] had done the math’s, and calculated that the Earth could meet the needs—sustainably—for up to twelve billion people at any given time.
I don’t see poverty, war, or even crime as inevitable. If you agree with the Object and Declaration of Principles then why not make the case for socialism (a bright future) in songs and poems, books both fiction and non-fiction, in movies and documentary’s?
The average lifespan for today’s English man is seventy-eight. If I live a full span I’ll die in the year 2050. If the workers of the world unite sooner rather than later, then poverty and war will give way to abundance and peace in my life time.
It’s in our power to make the world great for everyone. If we organize to the best of our ability—it will be so. Look at what the human race has achieved despite always having a system that works in the best interest of the few instead of all.
The workers of any country will only enjoy the full benefits from the fruits of their collective labour when the workers of the world organize the common ownership of resources, and the democratic control of those resources.
Capitalism makes poverty, war, crime, and the destruction of the planet inevitable: If someone can make money from chopping down a rain forest—then they will. If someone can make ‘more’ money from an animal that lives and dies in inhumane conditions than one looked after well till its date with the dinner table; then the animal will suffer the cruelty of the inhumane conditions. If someone can make money from selling weapons of mass destruction; then they will encourage governments to go to war—Kill, Kill, Kill—kill innocent men women and children. [79]
It’s not just the people making the profit, or the workers who destroy the rain forest, or is involved in cruel animal husbandry, or the solder’s who kill innocents, who are to blame—capitalism makes us all accessories in the rape of the environment, the animal cruelty, and the killing of poor defenseless human beings.
Making money is what the money system is all about. Even if it comes at the cost of the annihilation of the species.
Many of you have got it into your heads that we can’t radically change the way the affairs of the world are ordered. If enough people can’t be persuaded that socialism is the way forward for humankind—then we are all doomed…And in the run up to our annihilation we will go on suffering—directly or indirectly—the misery of poverty the horror of war and the terror and fear of crime.
If on the other hand enough people can have their negative and pessimistic attitude turned on by rock and roll socialism, then we will go forth and build a beautiful world for one and all.
We can knock down the ghettos, and slums, and shitholes, and hellholes, and wipe them from the face of the Earth. We can make all the villages, towns, and cities, fuckin’ great man. We can get rid of all the crap, and just keep the good stuff.
World without money—Yes we can.
Yes we can organize better than we have ever done before. The means of production and distribution can become the common ownership of all. The wealth the family of man create together, can be shared and enjoyed equally and freely…For all the brothers and all the sisters, it will no longer be a question of how much money is in the national purses—money governments often use to try to make a crazy system look normal—but instead, is a ‘thing’ in man’s best interest?
The rallying cry of the American revolution was: Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.
The rallying cry of the French revolution was: Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity.
The rallying cry of the Socialist revolution is: Free Access to goods and services for all, Maximum Leisure time and Positive Work time for all, and the Liberty to pursue any Crazy-Motherfucker-Shit they want, so long as it doesn’t cause hassle to anyone else. [80]
If we organize to the best of our ability I think poverty will give way to plenty; war to peace on Earth; competition to co-operation in the production and distribution in the means to live; fear of outsiders to the understanding that we are all the same; ignorance to knowledge; hate to love, and so on and so forth.
The answers to our shared problems as workers are difficult to see. The answers seem to be hidden from our sight—but only till they are seen in the right light. Things will become clearer with each step we take down the road to destination socialism. Once socialism is implemented it will be crystal clear that mankind’s future will be a good one. As is so often the case with solutions they will seem obvious in retrospect.
Capitalism. [81]
What do I mean by capitalism?…Capitalism is designed for the purpose of making money. This creates rich and poor. Capitalism puts profit before need. There is nothing wrong under capitalism in either the notion or the reality of one rich man—who has never worked a day in his life, having inherited at birth enough money to live a life of luxury a thousand times over—eating well again today, whilst a thousand poor children starve to death.
Capitalism is bad—it’s best to try to keep things simple: One percent—the owning class—never do a day’s work in their lives…and yet they own the means to life.
The non-owning class—the worker—creates all the wealth…and yet doesn’t own the means of production and distribution.
Under capitalism there will always be poverty and war—and crime will remain the daily norm, instead of the exception to the rule.
Capitalism is poverty; capitalism is war; is crime, is ugly, warped and insane.
Capitalism is what we get, until enough workers are conscious, that there is a much better world social system. And that the change from one to the other is not only desirable, but possible.
If life was a seven chunk chocolate bar, the owning class would all live seven chunk lives; the majority of the workers would live a fifth of one quarter of a chunk lives.
Who does all the chocolate belong too? The worker does all the work to get the ingredients to the factory table…It could be argued that cows do some of the work—but it’s the worker who keeps the cows in tip-top condition.
The worker puts the ingredients together in the factory. Producing all the worlds chocolate bars. The worker lays every railway track, and makes every road to get the bars of chocolate to the villages, towns and cities—village’s towns and cities built by the worker. Using Earths raw materials [Thank you kindly mother Earth] taken from the ground.
So who does the chocolate belong too—not the worker. All the chocolate belongs to the few who own the land where the ingredients were taken from; the few who own the factories where the chocolate bar was produced; and the few who own the means to distribute by rail, by water, by air, by road, the bars of chocolate. [82]
When it’s the worker who produced and distributed all the chocolate—who should the chocolate belong too?
The worker makes all the useful things in this world—to profit a tiny non-producing, non-distributing owning class…They get a life of luxury. The worker gets a wage.
Capitalism benefits the owning class to the detriment of the human race—but primarily to the ninety-nine percent.
The workers of the world should own the world by virtue of the fact they made it. The law that ses that it’s all aboveboard for the means of life—the means of production and distribution—to belong to the one percent, needs to be changed.
I don’t blame the owning class for capitalism. It seems to me to be an inevitable step along man’s social evolution.
After money was conceived—around five thousand years ago—making things for use, stopped. And a competition in the production and distribution of commodity’s, with the aim of making a monetary profit began.
A small number of people whose intelligence lent itself to the acquisition of making money became rich. They found that their wealth enabled them to control the resources. And own the means to live. This gave them power.
The power quickly went to their heads—and they became royal-knobheads.
They handed their rich’s to their children, generation after generation, fostering a sense of entitlement.
Their wealth gave them the power and the belief that they had the right to make up laws that worked in their interest. Meaning that they could reap the fruits of the labour of others, and that was OK.
Their wealth meant that they could pay people to beat-up anyone who did not agree with this state of affairs. These bully-boys would in time go on to become the police.
The bully-boys who were paid by a rich man to try to steel the wealth of another rich man, would go on to become the army.
Capitalism 2018 sees in place a tiny minority with the legitimate right to own the Earth…And everyone else with the legitimate right to suck it up.
Capitalism can be seen as a game—like Monopoly. Capitalism is cruel, and amoral, and nasty, and terrifying—so not much like Monopoly.
The aim of the game is to make as much money as a player can. Winners own the means to live; losers work to make ends meet. [83]
Capitalism only works in the interest of the owning class within the parameters of the game: When life is looked at from its broadest view point it can be seen that capitalism is not in anyone’s interest; because capitalism makes a Third World War inevitable—Game Over.
Capitalism can also be seen as a disease. A disease that turns a tiny minority of people into parasites; they live lives of luxury off the backs of the workers: The parasites are not to blame for the disease—there not even immune to all the symptoms the disease creates. Money protects; but not absolutely.
Some of the parasites are monsters. As indeed some of the workers are. Being a parasite doesn’t make one a monster.
Most of us—owning class and non-owning class alike—are decent people. Most parasites look on with as much horror at what the disease does to the body of man—in the form of poverty, war, and crime—as the workers do.
There are many differences between the two classes, not least of which is the worker has to live with the stress and fear that he or she can be maimed, or broken, or killed by poverty, both directly and indirectly, whereas the parasite can only feel the world’s pain indirectly.
The only way to get rid of the disease—and therefore its symptoms—is to abolish capitalism and implement socialism.
The class war is a battle of ideas. No one is to blame for there currently existing two classes of people. The owning class has got nothing to lose by helping to implement socialism, apart from your privilege, power and wealth you have everything to gain: Equality, true democracy, and free access to goods and services.
The golden age of capitalism. [84]
The advocates of capitalism believe the system is working because the standard of living is better now for most people in the developed countries than it was sixty years ago.
And they believe it will go on working—that’s to say; go on improving the standard of living—until such a time as everyone enjoys a good life.
They believe the system is not working as well as is could, not because there is anything inherently wrong with capitalism, but because some people are not willing to do their fair share of the work.
And because politicians are great persuaders, they have managed to convince—to a greater or lesser extent—most of the people on the plant that what they say is the truth.
The politicians have many tools in their work-box with which to dupe the public. Not least of which is the media.
The duped public read the Daily Bog Roll of their choice, and watch the capitalist news channels, and are persuaded that the reason they are hungry or homeless, or suffering any one of a thousand privations, is not because one percent of the people on the planet own the means to life, but is instead because some people are too lazy to get off their arses and get a job; or it’s because the government are letting to many foreigners into the country; or it’s because the party in power are incompetent or and corrupt; or it’s because of drugs; or general human stupidity.
The advocates of capitalism do not believe there’s a fundamental flaw in the system that makes people selfish or lazy or dishonest or drug dependent or stupid.
And the duped public not only quietly submit—for the most part—to the existing state of things…but defend it, and oppose and ridicule any suggestion to alter it.
The advocates of capitalism are either piss takers, or they genuinely believe the system is the best: They have persuaded themselves that capitalism is the best system human wisdom can devise.
The advocates of capitalism credit the system with all but eradicating dire poverty from the developed countries.
It seems to me that advances in technology is the reason why dire poverty has been all but eradicated in the developed countries. [85]
The human race took a big step down the road of modernity in the 1750s with the start of the industrial revolution.
Since then many steps big and small have been taken: Basic human rights, freedom of speech, the invention of the train, the invention of electricity, the invention of the phone, cures for many of the deadly diseases, etc.
Life for people in the USA has been easier/better, since the 1950s. For the English since the 1960s. For the Chinese since the 1970s…and for all the developed countries since sometime between the 1950s and now.
Life isn’t a bed of roses for the majority in the developed countries—I’m not saying that…What I’m saying is: life for the majority in developed countries is not nearly so hard as it was prior to the 1950s.
Technology, fairer laws, cures for deadly diseases, greater worker’s rights, have made life easier/better now than it was sixty years ago.
This golden age of capitalism is a fool’s paradise. It may last another sixty years—but the way things are today is about as good as it’s going to get under capitalism Some people think capitalism will one day go tit’s up. Whereas I think capitalism has always been tit’s up and it’s just the degree that’s varied.
Democracy. [86]
Winston Churchill said, “No one pretends that democracy is perfect or all wise. Indeed, it has been said that democracy is the worst form of Government except all those other forms that have been tried from time to time.”
Politicians make a great song and dance about democracy. About 60% of the countries in the world have democratically elected governments. With few exceptions to the rule, the people living in democratic countries are more prosperous than people living in non-democratic countries.
Under socialism democracy would all be well and good—Capitalism makes a mockery of democracy.
I imagine the people in every country in the world (that has democracy) are in a similar situation as the British: In Britain—come election time—there are five parties that always get either millions of votes, or thousands of votes. They are the Conservative capitalist party, the Labour capitalist party, the Liberal capitalist party, the UKIP capitalist party, and the Green capitalist party.
Whether a party calls themselves right wing or left wing—they are all the same bird. None of the world’s political parties—apart from those which are a part of the World Socialist Movement—want to change the system.
Tom Paine said: Many things in the government appear to be the reverse of what they are said to be. The Parliament, imperfectly and capriciously elected as it is, is nevertheless supposed to hold the national purse in trust for the nation; but in the manner in which a government is constructed it is like a man being both moragager and morgagee, and in the case of missapplication of truth it is the criminal sitting in judgment upon himself. If those who vote the supplies are the same persons who receive the supplies when voted, and are to account for the expenditure of those supplies to those who voted them, it is “themselves accountable to themselves” and the comedy of errors concludes with the pantomime of hush.
Neither the government nor the opposition will alter it. The system is the common hack which each mounts upon. It is like what the country people call “Ride and tie, you ride a little way, and then I.” [87]
The king of France at the time of the French revolution wasn’t a bad bloke. They didn’t have to chop his head off—they could of left it where it was. The politicians around the world today aren’t bad people (for the most part). We don’t need to line them up against a wall and shoot the bastards—they can all go and crawl back under which ever rocks they crawled out from.
Poverty. [88]
Under the existing system of society but a very few people no matter how well off they may be, can be certain that they or their children will not eventually come to want; and even those who think they are secure themselves, find their happiness diminished by the knowledge of the poverty and misery that surrounds them on every side.
Extract from The Ragged Trousered Philanthapists.
By Robert Trestle (1869-1911).
Shit will continue to happen whilst good people take the wrong steps to stop it…And the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
For as long as there is capitalism, there will be poverty. Poverty is inevitable under capitalism.
Politicians make ‘Great speech’s’ full of cunning phrases intended to hoodwink the voters. The world’s governments—be them democratic or dictatorships—are masters at misdirecting the workers from seeing where the cause of their problems really lie. The politicians have phony conversations about poverty. Phony debates on its cause.
Tinkering with capitalism. Tweaking capitalism. Reforms within the capitalist system; ultimately will not bring about the kind of world people want—a poverty free world. And any reform that is beneficial to workers, or to society more broadly; is never truly safe from being reversed.
Up to twelve billion people can be fed, watered, and given the means to be happy…if the professor boffin bloke [Hans?] did the math’s right.
Today, nearly all of the seven billion people on the planet, live in either relative poverty, or dire poverty.
If it’s not a lack of resources that’s the cause of poverty; then it must be because there is something fundamentally wrong with capitalism.
For over a hundred years we have had the ability to provide everyone with the means to a good life. Yet millions of people have starved to death. On top of which we has suffered the horror of two world wars.
My beautiful seven billion brothers and sisters—it’s time we took the bull by the horns. Let’s put an end to this insane capitalist system.
Workers and work. [89]
The workers make up ninety-nine percent of the people of the world…If you don’t own vast areas of land—big production and distribution—you’re a worker.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a small child; in prison; unemployed but looking for work; or a dole bum who doesn’t want to be anything but a dole bum.
Workers—the ones who actually work—make the world. They work to make a living. Work so their families can eat. Work until they die. Work till they get a cheap watch, a small pension, and told to get lost. Work jobs they love; they like; they hate. Work when their backs are breaking. Work when their mind is aching. Work themselves stupid. Work themselves mental. Work hard. Work easy. Take any work they can get to pay the bloody bills. Do jobs they don’t have the temperament for-slap an old person round the head. Work slow, get free parking, go to Go. Work fast—dead line to meet; oh no…made a mistake…babies dead at your feet. Work so other workers will respect you. Work all the over-time you can…still not enough…pack your bags…back on the street again. Work for a wage. Work to profit the owning class.
Nature has not provided ready-made all the things necessary for the life and happiness of mankind. In order to obtain those things we have to work. Apart from those few people with a ‘strange affliction’, people don’t mind working. It’s the problems that manifest themselves under capitalism with relation to work that gets the workers down.
I haven’t a fuckin’ clue how man organizes the way we work to the best of our collective ability. I’m just sure there is a best way—and we can find it.
The aim of working would be radically different under socialism. Workers would make things for use—not for profit. Workers will work to meet man’s needs—not to make a profit for a parasitic class.
Under socialism we will no longer produce sub-standard goods. No longer provide second rate services. There would be no point.
The workers of the world want maximum leisure, and positive production time (or work time) for everyone.
Computer-machines (or robots) are not doing all the work they can. Under socialism robots would be working their shiny metal arses off. A job well done by the human race is one that sees everyone with the means to be happy
A workers declaration. [90]
I hope one day there is a workers declaration—that goes something like this: We the workers of the world declare all the raw materials of Earth—the means of production and distribution—the means to a good life…to be ours.
The world is no longer owned by the non-producing class. The Earth no longer belongs to the one percent.
Today the world belongs to the human race. The fruits of the labours, we the producers of goods produce—are ours.
We the workers understand that capitalism doesn’t work for us. And all the reforms in the world would never make it work for us.
We the producing class, we workers of the world, understand that socialism is the system that is best for us. And for all the animals, the oceans, the atmosphere, the Earth.
We are now the owners of planet Earth. We are the masters of this beautiful world.
So much of the workers labour was wasted yesterday. We put a stop to that nonsense. In a non-violent worldwide revolution.
We will never again waste the raw materials. No more will we waste our labour, our lives, our time, our genius, our industry, our potential, our love.
In everything we produce for ourselves, we will produce nothing but what our best endeavor can produce. Everyone will have the means to enjoy a good life.
We the workers of the world with the right ideas have conquered the capitalist system.
We have dismantled and abolished capitalism. And established a system of society based upon the common ownership and democratic control of the means and instruments for producing and distributing wealth by and in the best interest of the human race.
We the workers of the world build every building; lay every railway track; bake every pie. This world is ours by virtue of the fact we make it.
We the workers of the world hereby declare, that from this day forth, our labour will be given to meet our needs. A world we can all enjoy. And our children. And their children. And their children. And their children. Until Mother Earth can sustain her children no more.
Until that day comes, we the workers of the world, will make this world, if not paradise, then as near as makes no difference.
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Infinity theory. [92]
It’s unlikely that anyone will ever seriously describe me as an expert, or professor, or doctor, of anything. But for what it’s worth—here is my infinity theory: There are an infinite number of Earth type planets. Every species that has gone extinct on Earth…has only ceased to exist on Earth. The T.Rex (for example) lives on…on an infinite number of other planets.
Every species that has ever existed is alive and well on an infinite number of planets…always has been, and always will be.
There are an infinite number of humans. Humans who have a very similar character to you. Humans who look a lot like you. People with the same name as yours: Say your name out loud…An infinite number of people are saying your name out loud…right…now….
You are the only you that has ever existed, (in some cases—thank fuck for that) or ever will. If you are a good person, my hope is you stay that way, and have a long and happy life. Whether you are decent, or a scumbag—you are unique.
Humans are the most intelligent species in the whole of infinite. And yet capable of the greatest stupidity.
Humans on every planet that have developed the means to their own destruction have followed the same path to reach that point: They learn how to make fire; they invent the wheel; they invent the written word; they invent electricity; they invent the nuclear bomb.
Once they invent the nuclear bomb, they have less than a hundred years—on average—to either implement socialism, or blow themselves up. Turning their planets into what I think of as ‘Dung ball planets’.
A Dung ball planet is one which humans have made incapable of sustaining life, due to nuclear Armageddon.
Of the infinite number of worlds where humans have reached the ‘crossroads point’, of socialism, or nuclear holocaust; only one in a million avoids becoming a dung ball. It’s like a cosmic survival of the fittest.
If enough people on a world where the Bomb has been invented, don’t step up to the mark; don’t see what needs to be done; their planets will be turned into dung balls.
If on the other hand, there are enough people who step up to the mark, and see what’s right, and implement socialism, then their worlds don’t become dung balls. [93]
Earthlings, we need to put into motion a plan that will one day see a people of the future living in a world where every one of the seven to twelve billion of them live happy lives: No money, no nuclear bombs, no politicians; common ownership of the means of production and distribution; free access to goods and services; no poverty, no war, no crime; one people, one world, one love.
If there ever is a people of the future like the ones in my future world; they will have the people of now to thank; for organizing to the best of their ability—yours and mine.
Come on my brothers and sisters, let’s rip capitalism a new one—let’s not turn the Earth into a Dung ball planet.
From World War Three to Socialism. [94]
This is what might happen: World War Three—all out nuclear war between America and Russia.
Three months after the first nuke explodes, everyone on the surface of Earth is dead. Over the next seventy years the people in the nuclear bunkers are forced to emerge as their supplies run out. And after some valiant efforts, they to die…All but three hundred and thirty-seven people in the south-pole.
These people—who history books will record as the Founders—start the way they mean (and hope) for man to go on.
They write the Guiding Principles of Man. Which go something like this: One. The means and instruments for producing and distributing wealth (i.e. land, factories, railways, etc) are to be for evermore the common property of humankind.
Two. Democratic control of the means of living, is to be for evermore by humankind.
Three. One people, one world, one love, one shared interest.
Four. Free and equal access to the fruits of labour.
Five. A co-operative society—no money for evermore.
Six. The good of the people is the greatest law.
Seven. The aim of the social system is to provide every member of the family of man with the means to a good life.
Thousands of years after the Third World War; there are once again seven billion people on Earth.
The Guiding Principles of Man—laid down by the Founders—have been adhered to. There are no nuclear bombs. And there never will be again. And they all live happily ever after—or at least until the sun gets too hot.
To go from World War Three to Socialism—would be a hell of a way to get to where we want to be. And the fact of the matter is: if there is an all-out nuclear war, no one will be left alive a hundred years after the first nuke explodes.
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Part Four.
A chat with some politicians on the park.
We seldom attribute common sense except to those who agree with us.
Francois Duc de la (1613-1680).
A chat with some politicians on the park. [96]
Con: The Conservative party is the party that’s tough on crime. Tough on the
Causes of crime. We are the best party for keeping Great Britain safe.
Lab: The Labour party stands up for the workers. We are the workers party…
After all, it was us that gave the workers a free NHS.
Lib: The Liberal party is the party of fairness. We are the party of free
expression. The party of tolerance.
Green: The Green party is the party for the environment. We stand for nature.
We are all nature’s children. We will save the polar-bear, the giraffe,
the elephant, and maybe even the human race.
Kip: The United Kingdom Independence Party are the party that will save
the country from being over ran by greasy foreigners. We will keep the
UK well mannered.
Lee: I was born into a world living under capitalism in 1972—I am a wage
slave. My hope is that the workers of the world unite so I can die in a
world living under socialism—a free man…You’ve read the first three
parts of me book…What do you think?
Con: Balderdash.
Lab: Cobblers.
Lib: Pie in the sky, dear boy.
Kip: Your mad, you are.
Green: Your not the only one who want’s an end to world poverty. I think, I
speak for all five of us—advocates of capitalism—when I say, we all
want an end to poverty.
Con: Here Here. [97]
Lee: I imagine all right thinking people would love to see the end of poverty.
And war. And crime. But most people today are sceptical that poverty
will ever end. And even if it does, they think: Not in my life time.
People have been conditioned to accept the fundamentals of the
current world system as normal, and either unchangeable, or only
changeable through reform after reform over long periods of time.
Con: Reforms are a tried and tested method of improving peoples working
lives. And for improving society as a whole.
Kip: Yeah. Reforms work…If they didn’t children would still be working
down mines.
Con: Under capitalism, people who do the right thing—work and pay their
taxes…
Kip: Play the game.
Con:…who contribute to society…will enjoy successful, productive, useful
lives.
Lab: You don’t know that the prosperity the people of Great Britain are
enjoying—under capitalism—won’t continue indefinitely. Your reason
for thinking this is a golden age—which has maybe another sixty
years—amounts to nothing more than a gut feeling.
Kip: You have a hunch.
Lee: Nah. It’s just the way I’m sat.
Con: You make the assertion that there is something fundamentally wrong
with capitalism. Whereas we—advocates of capitalism, as you
describe us—maintain there is nothing inherently wrong with the
system. And the problems individuals and society have stem from
people making bad choices. That’s not to say the system can’t be
improved; and indeed the on-going prosperity the British people have
enjoyed, proves that. [98]
The social system isn’t ‘Mother’. It isn’t there to ‘mother’ people.
It’s a system that tries to give people the means and opportunity to
enjoy and hopefully better their standard of living. And to make a better
society for all.
The working class, and the middle class who take on the challenge
to make something of their lives—usually succeed.
It’s not the system that’s at fault: Its individuals.
Lab: I agree—for once—with my learned colleague…
Con: Ha har har.
Lab:.Take the NHS for example: There are many complaints about the NHS,
or rather, many complaints about politicians decisions regarding the NHS.
Sometimes the complaints arise because people have unrealistic
expectations. Whilst your people of the future are a nice dream; they
are just that—a dream.
No social system will ever be perfect; because people aren’t perfect.
The NHS would be in a far healthier state (pardon the pun) were it not
for selfish, stupid, ignorant, irresponsible people. They waste doctors
and nurses time. And they waste resources.
There are people in Britain; relatively well paid workers; low paid
workers; and people on benefits; who spend a thousand pound (or more)
a year, on cigarettes, or alcohol, or junk food, or scratch-cards…And
then turn around and complain, that they can’t afford to take their
children on holiday. They blame politicians, or and capitalism…The truth
is; they only have themselves to blame.
It’s a free country. If someone wants to smoke—for example—that’s
up to them. But it’s a bit rich when they turn around and blame the
system for the bad choses they make.
Con: Do you know why people aren’t rioting in the streets of Great Britain?
It’s because there content. There happy. There well fed. The hard
working men and women of Britain would like more money in their
pay-packets; but there realists. There pragmatist’s. There not dreamers.
A system of free access—if it’s even possible—is a long way off.
Whilst life in Great Britain is good for the vast majority; people will
except the status quo. If a person does the right thing; makes good
decisions; they will enjoy a good life, and a good standard of living
relatively speaking. And if politicians continue to try to do what the
people want…then the on-going reforms will continue to see Britain
prosper. [99]
Lee: There have been many changes to laws that have improved the lot of
the workers, and of society; but under capitalism reforms are always at
risk of being reversed. Or in danger of doing as much mischief one
way as good the other.
And it seems to me that advances in technology and medicine have
played the greater role in improving the standard of people’s lives…
Con: Those technological advances and medical breakthroughs happened
under capitalism…Reforms work… Capitalism works—face it—the
workers are more prosperous, more affluent than they’ve ever been
before.
Lab: Under capitalism workers lives have been improving decade after
decade. They have more disposable income; better working conditions;
enjoy rights that a worker fifty…even twenty years ago, could only
dream of.
Con: Members of Parliament from all three serious parties are—for the most
part—doing a difficult job, very well.
Lib: Here Here.
Lab: The technological advances and cures for many deadly diseases, have
been made under capitalism—there’s no denying that. And it’s the belief
—and the hope—of us advocates of capitalism; that the progress being
made, will one day see a world free from poverty. Con:The worlds good leaders, and other politicians are taking more and more
people out of poverty. It’s not an easy job to organize the production
and distribution of commodities, to meet people’s needs; to keep law and
order; to maintain and improve the infrastructure; to maintain and
improve the social services; to govern and govern well a country…
But the rising standard of living shows that not only are British
politicians doing a very good job, but that capitalism is working.
Lib: Here Here. [100]
Lab: I agree with my learned colleague, and would add; that the worlds
good leaders, and other politicians are…for the most part…working well
together to confront the challenges we all face in terms of global issues.
Lee: The technological advances and medical breakthroughs happened
despite capitalism not because of it.
If socialists from another world came to Earth in 1904, and told us
Earthlings, how they had once had a money orientated world—but they
had had a peaceful worldwide revolution, and established socialism…
And that in quite a short space of time, it had led to their world being
free from poverty, war and crime…And then they flew away; without
giving us any of their technology, or medical know-how…And we took
a leaf out of their book; and implemented socialism: Mankind would
have avoided two World Wars; and all the technological advances and
medical breakthroughs that have happened in the last one hundred and
fourteen years, would have happened—only sooner.
The affluent worker, and the non-affluent worker in the ‘rich’
countries, all use commodity’s that are produced by workers—including
children—who live and work in miserable conditions in the third world:
Food, clothes, tantalum, etc…I don’t know to what degree; I only know
that to some degree, the lives that people in rich countries enjoy, is only
possible because of the workers in the third world—poor bastards who
suffer the misery of grinding poverty…..
With regard to reforms: I’m not a social historian—but I think what
happened went something like this; hundreds of years ago, workers
living in slavery—in Britain—threatened to rip the ruling elite a new
one. And so to pacify the angry worker slaves, (or villens) the owning
class made concessions. The result was that the slaves became wage
slaves…Their livelihoods dependent on market forces; the favour of their
employer; and the whims inherent to the capitalist system.
Since the 16th or 17th or 18th century [fuck knows] when capitalism
got started; workers have fought (and won) hard battles to have their
wages increased, and their working conditions improved.
The ruling elite have learned lessons over the years; it’s better to
bend a little than snap. Keep the workers docile—keep them doped with
religion, sex and TV. [101]
The well paid puppets of the system—that’s you politicians—have
the job of convincing the workers, that when the system pisses down
their back’s—which it does all the time—it’s not because it’s a piss
taking system…it’s just because it’s raining.
Reforms—or so it seems to me—are often nothing more than a sop
to the wage slaves, to keep them none rebellious.
It’s silly—but it’s true—it’s not always easy to persuade people to
do what is in their best interest. Perhaps the reason it’s not easy is
because the right approach to persuade them is hard to find. I think that
if the right approach is found, then real change will follow swiftly.
I remember hearing a story about a tooth-paste manufacturer in
America: They knew from the evidence that using tooth-paste kept
teeth healthier, than not. But all their advertising their product for it’s
health benefits weren’t working.
So one day they took their product to an advertising agency; who had
the bright idea to advertise the tooth-paste for its vanity purposes:
“The guy with the sparkling smile always gets the girl,” or “The gal
with the sparkling smile always gets her man.”
Vanity, not health, was the right approach to take to persuade people
to buy and use something that was in their best interest.
Socialism is in the best interest of the workers of the world. But
persuading workers that that is the case is not easy—Until it is.
Kip: From what you have written in the first three parts of your book, I can
only deduce that you have no love for your country?
Lib: Deduce…that’s a big word for you. [102]
Kip: Suck it, faggot.
Lib: …Charming.
Lee: I think each country—the landscape, the wildlife, the weather, the
music, the food, the heroes and villains, the stories; true and otherwise
—shape the character of the people living there.
I was born and brought up on a little council estate in Cheshire. I left
home when I was 17 and moved to a big council estate in Lancashire.
In June 2017 I couldn’t keep up with the rent, so I got evicted. Since
then I’ve lived in a tent. In a beautiful valley. By a beautiful river.
All my life I’ve lived in England. I never wanna live anywhere else.
Apart from, maybe, New Zealand. Or Canada. Or maybe China…Brazil
could be nice. I’m not patriotic, but I have a greater affection for England
than I do for any other country—so you can suck on mine, you UKIP
bastard.
Lib: You don’t seem to think that a person’s vote matters. You think that all
five of the major political parties in Great Britain are the same…But
that’s simply not true. The policies of the Liberal’s if implemented,
would create a much fairer society than those of the nasty party.
Con: Poppycock.
Lab: Steady on old sausage.
Lee: Fair capitalism is an oxymoron. Only free access can make a country
or indeed the world, fair. Some medicines, and operations are beyond
the means of a poor family. The Poor family will have to watch their
mother or father, or brother or sister, or son or daughter, die; whilst
the Rich family have the money for the medicine, or operation. And so
their loved one gets to live a full life.
Under socialism the artificial barriers that capitalism throws up, won’t
exist—that’s to say inequality won’t exist.
A persons vote doesn’t matter in so far as: if you vote for a capitalist
party, you will be left with (regardless of what colour tie wins) a tiny
parasitic class in control of the means of living—and everybody else a
wage slave. [103]
It doesn’t make any difference if there the Psycho Mad Bastards
Party, or the Fluffy Cute Bunnies Party. Capitalism dictates how certain
things have to be. And all you politicians can do is tinker with it.
The Fluffy Cute Bunnies Party would implement social policies that
are probably more liberal, show more tolerance, and are fairer than the
policies of the Psycho Mad Bastards Party; but when it comes to changing
the fundamentals of how capitalism works, in that respect, a persons
vote doesn’t matter.
Come the general election (in the countries that have them) people
should either not vote—unless they can vote for a party that’s a part of
the WSM—or they should write across the ballet, “World Without
Money—Up yours capitalism.”
A vote for a capitalist party only encourages the politicians to believe
what their doing is right, and that you support capitalism. Votes help
politicians to convince themselves that their own lies are either
miss-truths, or justified…Don’t forget: we’re all in it together.
If all seven billion people on the planet we’re given the chance to
vote after listening to the advocates of capitalism, and the advocates of
socialism debate on TV, and the Internet; I think the majority would
vote for socialism…Let’s give it a go, and find out.
Con: I don’t think you understand much about human nature. If the world
tried to implement your idea of socialism, law and order would break
down.
Kip: Yeah. Like it did in Russia after the 1916 revolution. I know my history.
Lee: I’m not an expert when it comes to the law; nor when it comes to human
nature; but I think most laws are either money laws, or moral laws.
The money laws are those that protect the rights of the owning class
to own the means of living. Laws that keep the very rich, very rich; and
in so doing, keep everyone else in relative poverty, or dire poverty.
What gave the one percent the right to own and control the means to
life?—The law? [104]
But the owning class were the ones who made up the money laws…
What gave them the right to make up laws that were in their favour?
—Wealth and power?
How did they come to have such wealth and power?—Inherited?
Money laws that were laid down in the mists of time; now see us
living under a world system that is not only unfair, but amoral.
Human nature sees people co-operating and working well together
when there’s enough of the things people need to go round. Human
nature goes hand in hand with fairness: Where things start to go Pete
Tong is when capitalism throws up artificial barriers that prevent
people’s needs being met—which it does all the time.
Capitalism is a dog eat dog system—it’s testament to the essential
goodness of human nature, that even under capitalism we’re not all
tearing each other to pieces.
The more money a person has, the better standard of living they
and their family can enjoy. People will do some really crazy shit to get
their hands on money. Sometimes the crazy shit is funny as fuck…and
sometimes it’s tragic.
Human nature if born to a world social system that works in the
best interest of humankind…would find it easy to care for one another,
easy to share the world with one another, easy to love and be loved.
Human nature is compatible with socialism. Whereas capitalism
can easily make a good person go bad.
Con: Let me get this straight…are you saying that when someone breaks the
law—or what you call a moral law—it’s not their fault?
Lee: No…If someone commits rape, they can’t turn around and blame
capitalism…I was thinking in terms of goods. If there was free access
to goods, no one would steel goods…I’ve not explained it very well.
Maybe I’ll try again in a bit.
Lab: Labour—the workers party—knows what workers want…jobs, jobs,
and more jobs.
Lee: The reason people want a job is first and foremost for the money.
Money provides people with a level of security and stability. Other
reasons include: Doing their bit; contributing to society; feeling useful;
feeling like their standing on their own two feet; socializing; exercise
and so on. [105]
Stacking shelves in a supermarket is a repetitive and tedious job.
But if you ask people who stack shelves if they like the job…they may
very well say, yes…It won’t be the stacking of the shelves they like—
it will be the talking and having a laugh with the other people stacking
shelves that they enjoy.
Under socialism machines will do as much of the repetitive and
tedious work as they can—stacking shelves for example.
Where machines can’t yet be programmed to do the drudge work;
people will have to do it.
It’s not jobs, jobs and more jobs that workers want…It’s maximum
leisure time; the chance to do work they enjoy in and of its self; and
the freedom to choose how much, or how little of the drudge work they
want to do.
Green: You said that workers rights are always at risk of being reversed under
capitalism—which due to economic or social factors, or just which
party is in government—is true. But wouldn’t worker’s rights be at
risk of being reversed under socialism?
Lee: No…Under socialism…in a sense, there wouldn’t be any workers.
At least: workers wouldn’t be workers in the way we think of workers.
I don’t know how to explain it: people would work; but it wouldn’t
be for an employer; or a wage; or to make money for a tiny parasitic
owning class—it would be for the common good.
I don’t think there would be any such thing as worker’s rights.
Because people would enjoy the rights of man…That’s all the answer
I’ve got.
Kip: You called the police and the army, bully-boys…
Con: Disgraceful.
Lib: There brave heroes, one and all. [106]
Lab: Here Here.
Kip: Don’t you have any respect for the police and the army?
Lee: Most police officers (at least in Britain) are good people. They do an
often very difficult job to the best of their ability. And they do it well.
Kip: Here Here.
Lee: That said…I don’t think a police officer is a brave hero by virtue of the
fact that there a police officer—some of them are swine’s.
Capitalism should be criminal. But it’s not. It’s all legal and above-
board for the owning class to take what the workers have produced in
exchange for a wage—a wage, which for many, is just enough for them
to get by from one week to the next; and so keeps them on a merry-go-
round of dependency.
I do respect police officers; my bully-boys comment was meant as a
joke…
It seems to me that the vast majority of crime is either directly, or
indirectly the result of poverty—if we get rid of poverty, we will more
or less get rid of crime.
If socialism is established, I think that at some point, crime will
become a thing of the past—that’s just my opinion. If under socialism
there are still serial killers (for example) then apparatus will be kept in
place…firstly to try to catch them; and secondly, to decide what to do
with them after their court…
Someone once said: The law in its majestic equality forbids rich
and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the street or steel bread.
The police do the best they can—with the resources they have—to
clean up the mess that results from living under capitalism. It’s a mess
they will have to go on and on and on cleaning up—until we either,
blow ourselves up, or we implement socialism…
As for the army…most of them are good men and women; though I
don’t think a soldier is a brave hero by virtue of the fact there a soldier:
To borrow a bit of military parlance; to be a hero you have to do some-
thing above and beyond the call of duty. [107]
As for bravery: There can be no bravery without fear. A person can
walk into a room with a bloody great big lion, in it; if there not afraid
to do that; then when they do; they have shown no bravery. A person
can walk into a room with a cute little kitten, in it; if their afraid to do
that; but do it anyway; then they have been brave.
British politicians want the public to believe that every time the
British army is deployed, it is either to keep Britain safe, or for
humanitarian reasons. Whereas I think the truth of the matter is that
most of the wars and conflicts the British army have fought, and died
in, have been to keep the owning class rich, or to help them get richer.
“Attention soldier; yours is not to reason why—yours is just to kill and die.”
It seems to me that even World War Two was more about the money
than it was anything else. Men and women on all sides were conned
into thinking that they were fighting in the national interest; when
really what they were killing and dying for was to see which of the
parasites would gain the greater control of the means and instruments
for producing wealth…
I don’t believe parallel universes exist—but if they do, there maybe
a world somewhere whose history goes something like this:
1939 — The German army captures or kills most of the British army at
Dunkirk.
1940 — Germany and its allies win the Battle of Britain. Britain surrenders
and signs a peace treaty.
1941 — America declares war on Japan and its allies.
1942 — Germany and its allies win the war in the East.Russia surrenders and
signs a peace treaty.
1944 — Germany drops two nuclear bombs on America. America surrenders
and signs a peace treaty. The Second World War ends. Estimated dead
twenty million. Including two million in the holocaust.
1945 — The United States of Europe USE is formed. A single currency is
implemented.
1946 — America acquires the nuclear bomb. The cold war begins.
1948 — Adolf Hitler dies. History remembers him as an essentially good
man—with one or two character flaws. [108]
1962 — Nuclear war narrowly avoided by the USE and America.
1971 — England, and many other countries in the 1970s, leave the USE,
and revert to their own currencies.
1978 — Its estimated that 90% of Europeans own a mobile phone.
1984 — The internet is invented.
2018 — The vast majority of the worlds wealth is in the hands of a tiny
minority. The Earth’s resources are largely controlled by one percent
of the people. The means of production and distribution are for the
most part owned by a tiny number of parasites. The ninety-nine
percent do all the work, and are wage slaves—living in relative
poverty or dire poverty.
Lee: In an ideal world workers in Germany in the 1930s wouldn’t have felt
so depressed that it seemed like a good idea, to support and follow the
crazy motherfucker—Adolf Hitler. They would instead: organized with
the workers of Russia, and Britain, and China, and France, and America,
and all the other workers of the world, to establish socialism—and so
the First World War would have gone down in history as the world’s only
World War.
Kip: Let me get this straight…Are you saying that it would have been better
if Germany, instead of Britain and America had won the Second World
War?
Lee: If Germany winning the Second World War would have meant that
twenty million people died instead of sixty million; and things in 2018
were the same regardless of who won—then obviously it would have
been better if the Germans won the war.
I don’t believe that a German victory would have meant a thousand
years of evil. Sanity was always going to return to the people of
Germany. And when it did, they would have fought, and struggled, and
eventually overthrown the dictatorship, and gone back to democracy.
And Europe and the world would have gone back to normal; or as
normal as life can be under an insane system like capitalism…
Until we implement socialism we will always be at risk of World
War. And there will always be a tiny parasitic class; and the rest of us
fuckers, working for fifty years—and then being given a shit pension.
Who won the Second World War didn’t matter with regard to what
would be left when the dust had settled…A tiny owning class, and the
rest of the human race.
[109]
Green: What do you mean by poverty?
Lee: I’m starting to feel tired…I don’t know how to answer that question.
According to the muppet media and you politicians, there’s a shed
load of different types of poverty. Why you differentiate between
different types of people, and different types of ‘things’, when it comes
to poverty—I don’t know.
Pensioner poverty: I’ve got nothing against pensioners…but why single
them out? Is it worse for an old person to live in poverty, than a young
man or woman? I wouldn’t have thought so; an eighty-nine year old,
who has been poor all their life, has got what it takes to ‘live’ with
poverty. Your average eighty-nine year old, has more tenacity, a stronger
will to survive, than your average nineteen year old—There not called
coffin-dodgers for nothing.
Child poverty: If parents are living in poverty then it follows that the
kids will be living in poverty—Why not have a term that implies shared
misery?—Family poverty.
Fuel poverty: Fuels important…but then again, so are lots of things; why
not, food poverty? Or clothes poverty? Or furniture poverty? Or kitchen
appliances poverty? Or living room appliances poverty? Why not just
put the word poverty after every fuckin’ word—Fuckin’ poverty.
Housing poverty, healthcare poverty, transport poverty, social care
poverty, psychological poverty, imaginary poverty, in work poverty,
part-time poverty, one day a week poverty, African poverty, European
poverty, World poverty: It’s all fuckin’ poverty to me.
We will make poverty a thing of the past—Past poverty—when we
workers of the world unite and implement socialism…I’m gonna go
back to me tent now and get me tea.
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Part Five
A letter to the human race—help.
And we will be astonished to think of how long we submitted to live
as we live now.
William Morris (1834-1896).
Dear Human race. [11I]
Help the World Socialist Movement grow. Give everyone your guided tour of a world enjoying a socialist system.
If you agree with the Object and Declaration of Principles—peaceful revolution is the only way…Let your imagination run wild. Give everyone your guided tour of the ideal world—man has made for man.
When enough people dream the same dream it stops being a dream and becomes one vision of what could be, should be, and will be if they have the courage, conviction and determination to make it a reality.
We are in a race…will it be Armageddon or socialism?—Time will tell.
If it’s to be the latter; the WSM, or and, the WWMM will have to grow. And grow quickly. Time is of the essence.
People of the world join your hearts and minds together—act with one purpose. Help everybody if you can. Help every boy, girl, woman and man. Or just keep right on voting for capitalist parties, and hoping for the best.
Try to understand that it is in everyone’s best interest to establish a world social system that will see free access to the means of living.
Everybody, man up—try to put man up higher. All you sisters and brothers take the next step up the ladder of social evolution. By having and enjoying a worldwide peaceful revolution.
There’s never been a better time to organize the transition from private and state ownership of the means of production and distribution, to the common ownership, the common wealth of all the brothers and sisters of Earth present and future.
Write your best thoughts and hopes for humankind. Write from the heart. And demand real change (not the bullshit politicians—real change).
Real socialism…because we’re worth it—the emancipation of the workers,
now, because it’s time. Help everybody if you can. Help every boy, girl, woman and man. Help make money a thing of the past. Help establish a system that’s designed to last. We can’t go on polluting the land, the oceans, the air, the way we do today; it’s not sustainable.
And poverty doesn’t have to be normal. “Oh, that’s just the way it is.”
Poverty isn’t normal in a world that could meet the needs of all in abundance. The aim of today’s world system is to make money; not to meet our needs—that’s why there’s poverty.
Help each other breakthrough. Smash down the wall. Show the muppets and the puppets that you understand; that capitalism isn’t normal—it’s insane.
Capitalism isn’t unchangeable, the chains of poverty unbreakable, socialism impossible. [112]
It’s time to take the next step in our social evolution. People need persuading—that’s all—it’s in our best interest to abolish capitalism and establish a world social system based upon the common ownership and democratic control of the means and instruments for producing and distributing wealth by and for the good of humankind.
Today’s muppet media is bad news. They keep asking the wrong questions. And so people don’t get the right answers. Round and round we go in a spiral of bullshit.
Ask the right questions about what is the underlining cause of the world’s pain, and the answer comes back—capitalism.
Ask the right questions about what the solution to the world’s pain is, and the answer comes back—socialism.
It’s the only good answer. Socialism is good news. Good news if enough members of the family of man strive to implement our ideal social system. The best our skill and talent, genius and wisdom, intelligence and ability can achieve.
Socialism is the answer. Every other answer leaves in place the status quo. A continuation of poverty, war and crime. And the ongoing threat of Armageddon, no longer a threat, but a reality—and we all fall down…..
Try to see in your mind’s eye, us organizing a transition from the current world system to a system designed to meet our needs. Imagine us bringing home true socialism. See us put our house in order.
For the first time in history, let’s have a conscious, planed, worldwide, social, peaceful revolution: Don’t throw bricks; don’t be dicks, it’s a battle of ideas.
Establish a system that works for one and all. That makes it easy for us to share the world with one another; means we can take what we need in a way that is fair, from the wealth that is produced by one another; sees the beginning of a world that is sustainable.
Trust in one another. Trust that most people are decent. Trust in your brothers and sisters. Trust in the workers of the world. Trust in a peaceful worldwide revolution. Trust in socialism—a world without money.
Help end poverty, and war, and crime; or at the very least—the vast majority of crime. Help everybody if you can. Help every boy, girl, woman and man. Together we stand, divided we fall. Come on now people, let’s, get on the ball—and work together.
Let your imagination be free. Give everyone your guided tour of a world enjoying a socialist system.
If you agree with the Object and Declaration of Principles—peaceful revolution is the only way…Let your imagination run wild. Give everyone your guided tour of the ideal world we have made for each other—with our love.
Help the World Without Money Movement.
[113]
Lee.
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Part Six
A timeline of Homo sapiens aka wise monkey man.
We will either find a way…or make one.
Hannibal (247-182).
A timeline of Homo sapiens aka wise man. [115]
The Beginning.
B.C
100,000—Anatomically modern man. Homo-sapiens present in Africa,
dispersed worldwide.
40,000—Implements show significant advances: small knife-blades,
engraving tools. Painting and sculpture; magic rites and ceremonies.
15,000—Agricultural settlements (e.g. Jericho). Settled way of life, leading
eventually to such skills as weaving, metallurgy: inventions as
ox-drawn plough, wheeled cart.
1600—Late Minoan Age: Linear B script.
508—Democratic constitution proclaimed in Athens.
A.D
1454—First dated printing from movable types in Europe.
1519—Magellan begins first circumnavigation of the world.
1666—Newton’s discovery of law of gravitation.
1783—First flights in hot-air balloons.
1825—First railway, Stockton to Darlington opened.
1831—Faraday discovers electromagnetic induction.
1859—Darwin publishes Origin of Species.
1876—Bell ends the race to invent the telephone.
1918—First World War ends. [116]
1919—Einstein’s theory of Relativity confirmed experimentally during solar
eclipse.
1945—Second World War ends. Atomic bombs droped for first and last time
on people.
1972—Birth of Lee Heath.
2019—The World Without Money Movement begins to grow.
2035—Solar panels set up on the bright side of the moon. Mans power clean
and sustainable.
2041—Space rock defense shield put in place.
2048—First Love Everyone on Earth day celebrated by the world.
2219—Hopes from the book World Without Money that have come to be:
Poverty a thing of the past—Tick. War a thing of the past—Tick.
Crime a thing of the past—Tick. Scumbags and bellends a thing of
the past—Tick. Politicians a thing of the past—Tick. Everyone having
a good time—Tick.
10,000—Status quo continues: Maximum leisure time; Free access; Liberty
to choose the life you love.
One Million—Ice-ages periodicly affect humankind. Population drops to just
under five billion during Big ice-age.
One Billion—Status quo still going strong. No life on other planets
discovered. Computer-machines remain as nothing more than
unthinking tools.
Two Billion—Kids continue to sit on parks chatin’ and chillin’.
Living successful, productive, useful lives.
Three Billion—The dream is over. The most beautiful planet that ever there
was, no longer able to sustain human life. The human race is
run…Thank you Mother Earth…
The End [117]
World Without Money 