by Ray Jason
There is only one town here in the Archipelago of
Bliss, and although it is in a beautiful seaside location, it has avoided the
curse of gentrification. You would never
confuse it with a cutesy, sterile, tourist destination that beckons to the
cruise ships. But even though it fails
the “postcard perfect” test - it gets an A for Authenticity. And it would get an F from any Social
Engineer.
In my previous essay, I discussed how
those who are obsessed with ruling the world are attempting to steer and
control the entire planet as though it was their personal Maserati. The term that I long ago coined for these
alpha villains is The Malignant
Overlords. I am delighted to report
that their efforts to impose their Social Engineering on this little community have
been an abysmal failure.
Here is some evidence that supports
this claim. The people here are not
addicted to television. Instead, they
are out chatting and laughing with their neighbors on the streets and in the
park. There are no suburbs, and there are
certainly no massive highways since almost nobody owns a car. In fact, water taxis are the main form of
transportation. And no one worships the
god of consumerism here. You can’t buy a
Rolex watch – excuse me, time piece – or a Gucci handbag here.
