Getting where one wants to:
Mark writes: "It is no wonder he [poor old DonDiego] never gets anywhere."
Actually DonDiego has gotten about where he wants to be.
DonDiego worked after school from 9th grade through 12th grade.
Then DonDiego went off to college and had a job there for a bit, but quit and just "went to college" for 9 months a year. He worked Summers in a steel plant - a big, major steel plant now abandoned and rusting. He worked quite a few jobs necessary to keep blast furnaces operating. He also observed the inefficiencies in the operations of a steel plant caused by unionized workers; the plant and the entire company is now bankrupt.
After graduation with an engineering degree he got a job in the defense sector. He paid off college loans easily and on schedule.
This was interrupted when some ping-pong balls in a birdcage in Washington DC landed DonDiego a 3-year stint in the military defending the Chesapeake Bay from wayward Vietcong.
He returned to his civilian job. He got a Masters Degree in Engineering along the way. Oh and he also learned programming - in Fortran !
The best part is, . . . he retired at age 50 with a pension he could easily live on and savings and investments he still hasn't had to touch. He hasn't worked since.
[Somewhere among all that he married, . . . twice, . . . (sequentially not contemporaneously) and remains in a martal state of bliss today. The secong wedding was performed above the sidewalks of Las Vegas in the Stratosphere Tower. Interested folks on LVA watched it.]
He's traveled the world on-the-ground, afloat, and in the air and, notably, has attended a home game for each NFL team; he does have to re-visit San Francisco; and he'll visit the "new" Stadia of the Rams, the Chargers, and the Raiders once they've all resettled themselves.
So actually DonDiego pretty much got just where he wanted to get, . . . and right on time. He is quite content. And still getting where he wants to get.
Socialism is defined as a theory of social organizationwhereby the vesting of ownership and control of the means of production and distribution of capital, land, etc. in the Government.s
DonDiego could quarrel with Mark's prediction of the future, but accepting it suggests at some point people won't be necessary, and the machines will handle it all.
At that point those in authority - whether organic or metallic or digital may decide there's no point in keeping most people around at all. They are a non-productive waste of resources. Why even establish a Socialist distrbution system.
And maybe the family tree of of homo sapiens will cease altogether as a metallic/digital family tree takes root.
Neither Socialism nor Capitalism will be necessary.
DonDiego doubts this future. He is nonetheless unperturbed. He won't see it. And he cannot change it.
DonDiego wishes the best for all humanity as long as it survives, . . . but if they mess it up, . . . screw 'em.