Once upon a time, we used to read things called books. They are delightful little tomes of words that tell us great stories. Some are real, some are fake, but most of them are good (notable exceptions being books like A Handmaid’s Tale and also anything by Ayn Rand).
Some books tell fake stories but have real messages we can learn from. Fahrenheit 451 tells the story of book burnings in a dystopian future, where information is tightly controlled. Another is 1984, a delightfully cheerful book about an oppressive nanny state that watches every little thing you do or say.
Every so often, someone in the real world comes along and proposes something that makes us stop and say “Not today, Big Brother,” in reference to 1984, because what they’re proposing is an increase in the size and scope of an overbearing nanny state.
As I said, it is a cheerful read.
But those are usually proposals…
