The Master pens the Manifesto of the Cornucopians, which tells Malthusians to stop saying “Just enough of me, way too much of you” and maintains that God has given us plenty to work with if we use our imaginations instead of giving way to our fears. He’s perfectly right, of course, and has been borne out by actual empirical evidence again and again. But we foolishly keep listening to rich people who tell that the lower orders have to be culled so that rich people can keep being rich.
Oh, and he follows it up with a nice piece on a favorite theme of mine: We ain’t going anywhere!
I become more and more convinced that one of the main taproots of profound evil in our culture is sheer cowardice: the exaggerated fear of extremely remote hypotheticals which we accept out of a sort of spiritual sloth because it’s somehow much easier to pretend that the earth is just about to be overpopulated (so we acquiesce to the Population Planners and abortionists) rather than do the hard work of having a bunch of kids, raising them, and finding creative ways to harvest the abundance God has provided and which we are nowhere near “exhausting”. It’s the same sloth that drives us to embrace torture in the absurd fear that the world is crawling with imaginary ticking time bomb scenarios. There’s a deep chickenheartedness to it.