Universal Basic Idiocy

When the alarmists madmen of the Club of Rome predicted the apocalypse in their 1970s pamphlet The Limits to Growth they did so by just grabbing the data at hand and making a linear progression that any child with basic calculus skills could perform. A monkey on Adderall™ could have done it better. Notwithstanding the magnitude of their stupidity, they gathered the attention of the world and made a name (and quite some money!) for themselves. Ever since then, these charlatans have been exposed as mere merchants of collective paranoia. Recently, though, the Cato Institute crunched some numbers and really put the madness into perspective. For example, the world saw a reduction of 75% in poverty, the greatest drop in human history, and similar reductions happened for infant mortality, maternal deaths, and hours worked. What things are on the up since The Limits of Growth fiasco? Well, education enrollment, quality of air, and safety from crime. The best thing, though, and the most embarrassing for the peddlers of alarmism, is that commodity prices are lower than 30 or 40 years ago. How can that be, if they told us that everything would be scarce and, of course, scarcity determines the price of a good? When presented with these facts, all that these buffoons could mumble was that they did not factor into their "super advanced" calculations the power of human ingenuity. That is, the intelligence of humans, who, when faced with scarcity, innovate their way out of it through efficiency, supply, and substitutes.

The fear mongers failed once. Why should they be trusted again? Today, the same ilk of lunatics are running around with their pearls clutched, warning that everybody will be unemployed due to the machines. Their new sacred cow is universal basic income (UBI) and swear that only this will prevent this horrible catastrophe that, they assure us, is imminent. B-but... why the hell should they be trusted now? Why would anyone entertain the stupid idea that splashing people with money for the mere act of breathing is a smart move? The experiments with UBI so far have crashed and burned, with their dogmatic apologists claiming that the only reason they failed is because not enough cash has thrown into their experiments. Where have we heard that before? Sure, sure, boy, the solution is to throw more bills into the burning pyre and then to hire more and more bureaucrats. Absolutely. I think comrade Stalin shared that view and look how well it ended.

I won't go into the nitty gritty of the failed experiments themselves because that's what the UBI freaks want you to do, so the discussion ends up being on how to make UBI work instead of discussing whether it would or wouldn't work in principle. Instead, let's take a step back and ask a simple question: how the hell have they factored in their predictions this time the power of human ingenuity? It's not only a fair question but the obligatory question before gifting your precious time to a loquacious guru promising that this or that is the only solution. Nobody can give an answer. And nobody will. Because that is the thing when unpredictable circumstances present themselves to the relatively hairless, erect biped armed with a massive prefrontal cortex. Humans adapt, damn it! Necessity is the mother of invention, it is said. Anytime the UBI priesthood asks how are humans expected to survive in the future when each and every job is done by Terminator™ or Wall-E™, the only commonsensical answer is: when the need comes we'll find out. And that's that. Bulletproof answer.

Right now there's neither a plan nor a tool to combat the invasion by Martians. Do you know why? Because the freakin' Martians haven't even showed themselves! When the flying saucer starts orbiting around New York (not Tokyo because that's where Godzilla lives and that's one scary mother fucker) I can bet you my favorite squeaky toy that humans will find a way to shoot down the invading UFOs and then make alien meat fajitas. It's the same with this fake narrative that we're about to be left homeless and penniless by the machines.

Surely, there are a few things you can already do to be prepared, but that applies whether machines will do all the jobs or not in 1 or 20 years: learn valuable skills, live happily within your means, work hard, save, and try to be as self-sufficient as possible. This, amigo, is commonsense: the least common of the senses. So uncommon that in the 70s we had a Club of Rome and now we have the UBI freaks running around like aging hippies yelling at the clouds. And nobody likes aging hippies.