On my recent holiday (cruising the South Seas don cha kno) there were get togethers by people of various interests. One of these was engineers. Anyone on the cruise who had been an engineer of any type was invited to sit in with a group of others, and drink coffee and chat for an hour or two.
On one occasion a question was asked: who present thought that things would be worse for future generations than they are today? A pile of hands went up. Then the same bloke asked: who thought things would be better?
My hand shot up, of course, and that was it. Me. Alone. These were engineers of all types, mechanical, electronic, chemical, production. Men who know how the world works and know how to keep it working – and not one thought their grand children and great grand children would have better lives and higher living standards than they.
Of course, that let to discussions, some people curious why I was an optimist, the sole optimist present, and some not impressed at all. Still, I found this fascinating, every single one of these men had bought into the Malthusian cool aid (yeah, mixing my metaphors).
Anyway, that leads to this article at The Conversation, on the future of space development. The writer is optimistic about the future, even if she has been suckered by the Marxist inspired Space and Moon Treaties, but again, every commentator to the posting – bar one, me – has bought into the miserablist narrative. Space is a waste of money and lets drop the whole thing. Besides, we’re all gunna die anyway.
Can anyone explain why?