by Ray Jason
There is only one town here in the Archipelago of Bliss, and although it is in a beautiful seaside location, it has avoided the curse of gentrification. You would never confuse it with a cutesy, sterile, tourist destination that beckons to the cruise ships. But even though it fails the “postcard perfect” test - it gets an A for Authenticity. And it would get an F from any Social Engineer.
In my previous essay, I discussed how those who are obsessed with ruling the world are attempting to steer and control the entire planet as though it was their personal Maserati. The term that I long ago coined for these alpha villains is The Malignant Overlords. I am delighted to report that their efforts to impose their Social Engineering on this little community have been an abysmal failure.
Here is some evidence that supports this claim. The people here are not addicted to television. Instead, they are out chatting and laughing with their neighbors on the streets and in the park. There are no suburbs, and there are certainly no massive highways since almost nobody owns a car. In fact, water taxis are the main form of transportation. And no one worships the god of consumerism here. You can’t buy a Rolex watch – excuse me, time piece – or a Gucci handbag here.