A common theme in 50s and 60s sci-fi was that of new planets segregating functionally. External colonies wouldn't so much emulate the cultural models of Earth but would specialize around the beliefs, etc of whomever founded the planetary colony.
So here we are in the future and the future's Christmas gift to you is ... Mormons in Space (Salt Lake Tribune).
That idea isn't so bad as it keeps the polygamists and pedophiles in one place but carry the idea forward. How about the Scientology Planet. Sure as hell that's one to avoid. There's no telling what they would be doing but you know it would be creepy.
But my bet is on the Rasta Planet, a whole world in which people can plant their herbs and enjoy them as they will without Blue Meanies falling out of the trees to bum their trips. Maybe you worry a Rasta Planet would not be productive enough but how productive does it have to be. You'd have a ton of musicians and all they need is some ganja, strings, and a woman ... or a man ... this is Rasta Planet, do what you like.
Maybe you think the Rasta women will drive the Rasta men to produce more and make nice clothes and things but what makes you think Rasta people wear any clothes. The only reason for clothes is so conservatives and golfers (usually the same) aren't afraid to come outside and there won't be any on the Rasta Planet as stoners in all history have never played golf unless it was putt-putt.
Note: some unusual people in New England ... sorry, I repeat myself ... permit me to rephrase ... some people in New England call it mini-golf.
I'm sure there would be lots of putt-putt golf on Rasta Planet as all you need is some flamingos and some pomegranates to play. Yes, that idea is to some extent stolen from Alice in Wonderland but we're not going for a Pulitzer here.
I submit the Rasta Planet is the Ghost of Christmas Future!
So here we are in the future and the future's Christmas gift to you is ... Mormons in Space (Salt Lake Tribune).
That idea isn't so bad as it keeps the polygamists and pedophiles in one place but carry the idea forward. How about the Scientology Planet. Sure as hell that's one to avoid. There's no telling what they would be doing but you know it would be creepy.
But my bet is on the Rasta Planet, a whole world in which people can plant their herbs and enjoy them as they will without Blue Meanies falling out of the trees to bum their trips. Maybe you worry a Rasta Planet would not be productive enough but how productive does it have to be. You'd have a ton of musicians and all they need is some ganja, strings, and a woman ... or a man ... this is Rasta Planet, do what you like.
Maybe you think the Rasta women will drive the Rasta men to produce more and make nice clothes and things but what makes you think Rasta people wear any clothes. The only reason for clothes is so conservatives and golfers (usually the same) aren't afraid to come outside and there won't be any on the Rasta Planet as stoners in all history have never played golf unless it was putt-putt.
Note: some unusual people in New England ... sorry, I repeat myself ... permit me to rephrase ... some people in New England call it mini-golf.
I'm sure there would be lots of putt-putt golf on Rasta Planet as all you need is some flamingos and some pomegranates to play. Yes, that idea is to some extent stolen from Alice in Wonderland but we're not going for a Pulitzer here.
I submit the Rasta Planet is the Ghost of Christmas Future!
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