Marx to the max

Karl Marx famously noted that no social or political system based on hierarchies could truly prosper, and I think time has proven him right. To alleviate these concerns, Marx laudably offered ideas to eliminate economic hierarchies from society.

The problem, I feel, is that economic hierarchies are not the only form of hierarchies. I’ve long noted that physical appearance itself is based on hierarchy. Some people are better looking than others, and they often benefit with increased access to jobs, sexual partners and an enjoyable life. And some people simply have richer social networks, which garner them several benefits. Let’s say I’ve lived in the same town for 30 years. I know lots of people, I know where to go to find particular resources and I know who to trust and who to doubt. That information gives me a distinct advantage over a person who just moved into town yesterday.

It’s possible that the flow of technology has reached a point where we can start to eliminate eliminate these divisions. I propose that from here on humans be mutated genetically to be born only as transgendered, bald bipeds with very bland, unattractive facial features*. In this state, we will all be equal to each other in terms of physical appearance. I also put forth that at the end of each day, each person’s brain would be scrambled and reset using a trans-magnetic neuro-reorganization computer (of my devising.) As a result, any memories including social connections achieved during the day would be lost and each person would wake up with the same social connections as everyone else.

*This idea was borrowed from an old Judge Dredd comic.

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1 Response to “Marx to the max”


  1. John Saleeby

    I’ve always been interested in Marx and his ideas – HARPO MARX!!!

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