George Bernard Shaw, supposedly one of the brightest bulbs on the 20th century’s tree, never met a dictator he didn’t like–Mussolini, Hitler, Stalin, he loved ’em all.
But one thing he didn’t much love was… people.
Could you justify your continued existence to a “government board” who had the power to kill you?
Why did saps like Shaw think this was such a good idea?
He’s gone, but we still have arch-elitists who want to be our gods.
P.S.–Wouldn’t it be cool if self-anointed intellectual hot shots had to justify themselves… to Alexa?