In my journey I stumbled across a kid's magazine and thought I'd open it up to learn something. On a campus, that's rare, but it happens. Turns out there was this bloated section in the middle of the issue illustrating and describing 30 things to expect in the future. I didn't know whether to be amused by it, insulted, sickened or a combination of the three.
My heart goes out to any child that is naive and gullible enough to buy the crap that plastered the paper so shamelessly. Either the author of the piece is just as bright-eyed as the child reading it, or doesn't care that he or she is injecting false hopes and lofty dreams for a "Jetsons" lifestyle that humanity will never know.
It was the same crap that people said we'd have 50 freaking years ago: House cleaning robots, artificially intelligent houses, self-driving cars, flying cars, jetpacks, and on and on and on.
Anyone that actually buys into this crap is going to get a rude awakening. Now I could have predicted an accurate vision of the future, of things in a list of 30 that would include: spiked bats, massive bonfires, horse pulled cars, and sacrificial alters.
I can't believe what we're teaching our children. That same issue could have accomplished something useful like a list of 30 ways to survive the collapse of modern society. But, how do you break that to a kid?
"Hey, you know what's coming out after PlayStation III?" asks the parent to the child.
"What?" he replies eagerly.
"Stick and stones, in 3-D!"
