Another Modest Proposal.

Bruce was the President of our organization, and our organization was the illuminati of Philanthropy.  A small cabal of geniuses, the wealthiest of the wealthy, and well connected, I was an oddball.  Gratefully, the President took interest in me that particular morning and asked me about myself.  I stumbled and mumbled my unimpressive curriculum vitae at 20, a high school dropout, only a year before sleeping in a boiler room on 6^th Ave to survive the cold.  I was mostly quiet about myself.

He talked to me about what the greater minds, those in and interested in the gateway and seats of real power, those with a heart and mind for the love of man and the vision of the wise were all talking about.  If the zeitgeist of our day is Greenness, or better put the very foolish poisoning of ourselves in the interest of profits, the autosabotage economically and politically by the foolhardy reluctance to see and act – to change, in his day the concern he mentioned was population growth.  “How will we support so many people?” he asked rhetorically and to make his point plain. 

A true concern.  Though it feels to me that the limitations of resources has been nothing new,  what is new as a fly in the ointment of progress is the industrialization of agriculture, the uncharted but presumably better living through chemistry.

Like any teenage girl, I have obsessed and found fault in my complexion, my eye color, my teeth, my clothing, my nosehair, my penis size and my hairyness.  Still, I have been reassured that I am a desirable mate.  Rather, I’ve been desired.  The thing is, I could recommend better men to couple with and parent children with.  Not just because of my psychological damage, my hand in my environmental development, but because they are more clever, taller, and more perfect symmetry.

So, I have a proposal to future dictators, fascists with a penchant for eugenics.  I volunteer to sacrifice my own life, as a standard that must be surpassed.  Measure planes of intellect, categorize the traits and strengths of gender and such, make the criterion fair, but I am willing to die for the human race.  For our comfort, for our evolution, for our development.

People?  We’ve got extras.  I’m willing to set an example.