"A THEORY OF JUSTICE - THE GAME SHOW"
by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
My best regards to the original position.
Since it was not the most popular game show on television, the
Dare Devil Show was only broadcasted on late Sunday evenings.
Most of the people had no interest in programs that was
dedicated to politics, and a game show that had no luxury prizes
for everyone was doomed to be boring.
Even if only a few people watched it, the Dare Devil show
could not be stopped.
Wrapped in a black plastic bag, the individual was brought on
stage. No audience applauded, no hysterical man dressed in a
pink suit screamed for more. The individual was unconscious, his
mind had been erased of all knowledge of himself. He (or she,
but probably he) was still a rational human being, but not aware
of it at the moment. The individual was under a veil of
ignorance. The game would soon begin.
The black bag was slowly carried over the almost empty stage
until they reached the middle of it. No one smiled, no one
expressed any feelings at all. The bag was left on the stage and
lay there like a dead animal for a few seconds.
Welcome to the Dare Devil show. You do not know who you are or
what you are. But you are not dumb. You can speak and make
decisions. That is the point in this game.
The black bag moved a little.
You are about to construct a few principles about the present
society. When you are finished, we will let you out and
re-insert your memory together with your feelings. You do not
know who you are as a person in this society. Your task will be
to play the game as well as possible. A failure will strike back
at you. Success will help you.
I understand, the voice said from inside the bag on the
metallic stage. I have fully understood the rules and the point
with this. Give me five minutes to think.
They gave the individual ten minutes. That was the standard.
Only a few persons felt excited during those minutes. You could
count them on your fingers.
After seven minutes and four seconds, the voice was once again
heard from inside the black plastic bag. His words echoed in the
almost empty room.
I have two principles, the voice said. The first one is that
every individual should have the right to all personal and
political rights. For example; private property, freedom of
speech, education and the possibility to reach high positions in
society. My second one cannot be brought out unless the first
principle works smoothly. Social and economical inequality can
be accepted only if the other alternatives would lead to greater
inequality. These are my principles.
A few people wrote the principles down. You could count them
on your fingers. They turned their TV off, rushed through
corridors and placed their notes on a table in a great room.
Black suits, expensive ones, everywhere you looked. What are we
going to do, they said to each other. Can we accept them as
principles for our society? Perhaps, perhaps not. We will just
have to try them out before we decide if we are going to do
another show next week. We cannot stop the Dare Devil Show,
someone said. This is the only place common people can
participate in the big decisions about our society, our situation
and lifestyle. We just have to keep it going until we reach the
final stage. The stage when we finally find the principles that
work. This is the twentieth century, we cannot trust destiny
any more when it comes to ourselves as future history. Look how
it worked out before. It did not work very well. Our future as
happy people depends upon the Dare Devil Show. The future of our
children. Everybody need this show. Some day, there will be the
perfect principles for the perfect society. The show must go on
until that day.
Two people opened up the plastic bag.
Excellent my friend, the speaker said. Welcome out of the bag,
Mr John. We thank you for your participation in this game show.
If you are not satisfied with your prize, do not be sad. This is
only a game show.
The few people who had written down his principles and
discussed them turned to the TV.
Sure, they said. This is only a game show.
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Can someone keep this Nozick dude calm?! Please!
You are asking for the Utopia my friend: THE STASH +46-13-INDEX
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