Ichabod is my soulmate, apparently
Oct. 3rd, 2013 09:48 pm



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I want to be there when he finds out about personal income tax, and his head explodes.
Well I think obviously the way Gene Roddenbury intended it is as a utopia. The idea of a predatory, imperialist racket is something I came up with tongue-in-cheek as a possible way of reconciling the federalism and the socialism in a way that only Earth is socialist, while the rest of the federation has either a mixed economy or a more capitalist system, and then Earth seems to dominate Star Fleet, the military division, and that may be because what Star Fleet really does is force the other planets to pay tribute and support Earth’s socialism.He expanded on his 'theory' in his 2007 essay. The podcast reminds me of a presentation on "The Economics of the Star Trek Universe" given by an economist some years ago at Shore Leave, which reached similar conclusions regarding the irreconcilability of the purported economic socialism of the ST universe, and the level of production/material abundance portrayed. The podcast was part of a series on Themes of Liberty in SciFi which included a fantastic interview with
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