Population Control is Awesome
Well, maybe it’s not awesome, but I do think it’s something we should start talking about in these here U Ses of A. How many people should be allowed to exist in one geographical area before we feel that we’ve overtaxed the resources available to us? At some point, we’re going to run out of oil, and then we’re all screwed. Is it really that terrible to suggest that there might be an ideal family size for our society, and having more children beyond that number is “detrimental” to the well-being of society? The more people that exist in a limited area, generally speaking, the higher the poverty rate. The higher the population and poverty rate, the more dangerous life is for everyone (crime goes up, disease goes up, traffic fatalities go up, etc.). If oil crashes, won’t this be magnified?
Last time I checked, our brilliant leaders in Washington weren’t providing much leadership in the way way of alternative fuels and nutritional improvement for society. According to its mayor, New York is going to be an utter crap hole in a few years, and other parts of the country already are or are getting there (have you ever been to Los Angeles or New Orleans?). Look at India, China, and many of the Middle Eastern countries. They have huge populations, the majority of which are probably under 30. That’s going to be a major problem in a few decades. Literally huge: unemployment, fires, revolution, anal rape, permanent rush hour, and so on.
If we were to implement population control, it might stall an increasingly decreasing quality of life in the US. And then hopefully, science will catch up with the socio-economic situation and we’ll all be better off, Jetsons-style: flying cars, houses in the sky, 7-course nutrition pills, and sexy robots in maid uniforms.
I know, I know: people will freak out if we ever tried to do something like this. But really, why does someone need to have 11 kids? It makes no sense in today’s day and age. Three of your kids are not going to die from skurvy, indians, or indian pirates with skurvy, so you don’t need to replace ‘em when they die. I swear to Bob though: if your kid dies fording a GD river on the way to Oregon, you are more than welcome to have another kid. Until then, keep your junk in your pants after kid number 2.
Your much more comfortable, lower-tax, pirate-free, oil-guzzling old age will thank you for it.
