One Fox Short of a Bank
(This beautiful pastoral dreamscape of a space consuming, under-functional apartment building in the middle of nowhere brought to you by the letter knucklehead.)
I ran across this double slice of crazy a while ago, and almost immediately dismissed it as that kind of crazy everyone tolerates because no one takes it seriously, like the black guy that puts on flamboyant costumes and dances while yelling at cars on the corner of Fort Apache and Sahara. Not really hurting anyone, been doing it for years, kind of comfortable like a birthmark shaped like testicles: always been there, not pretty but amusing nonetheless. Now I’m thinking that this Jacque Fresco guy and his Venus Project is less like a harmless dancing brother and more like the ginger kid throwing pennies off of bridges (What? Gingers are troubled): Probably a little crazy, and definitely dangerous. I had a nice, enjoyable little post on boobs to write today, but let’s look at this French “scientist” and his 25 year old project a little more closely first, because he is now my favorite person.
I was reintroduced to the concept of The Venus Project by a buddy of mine that is a big fan of Fresco’s. I won’t say my friend’s name because he’s the reason we’re talking about science and not the pleasanter subject of boobs, and I don’t want you throwing rocks at his loved ones. So I went back and familiarized myself with the concepts, in order that I might participate in the discussion. They seem capable of summing it up in a video lasting 1:50, so I’ll take a stab at it, and you can head over to the site later and tell me how much my being right makes you want to have my babies anally. The concept is simple: Restructure society to reflect Humanity’s advanced technological stage of development, creating a moneyless society in which robots build awesome stuff like underwater cities and other cool stuff Gene Roddenberry might have envisioned. Also, look at the pretty Photoshopped future pictures.
You just invented socialism! Don’t take that as an insult, dude. I’m on board. When can we roll up our sleeves, and how can we make it happen? Let’s do the FAQ, an ages old business dance in which promises are made, and still nobody goes home satisfied. Kind of like if grinding had a mission statement. Still, with such a simple concept, there’s got to be at least some answers, right? After the cut…
