Here is what I envision:
Spread evenly throughout the country are government-run stores. Inside, one can find bin after bin of staple products e.g. barrels of grains, legumes, etc… Nothing fancy, nothing pre-packaged, wasteful or devoid of nutrition. Maybe there is an area to get sugar, but not to get SugarSmacks. No one in the nation (I am temporarily putting the rest of the world into a black box to make this though experiment easier) need go hungry. Without any effort (other than the trip to the store) they can secure for themselves and their family the basic sustenance needed to exist.
People leave the store and go to their government provided home, a small apartment in a giant complex. It is small, but never too small as people are guaranteed a minimum amount of square footage per person. Although there are rent vouchers provided so some people can obtain housing in the private market, most people live in these government projects because of their guaranteed availability. No one in this society need worry about being homeless.
Medicine? Well, allow me to place that in the black box with the other nations, as that would only serve to complicate issues. Let’s just consider life in my little utopia for the moment.
matt never works. He paints pictures no one likes enough to purchase. I never work. I hang out at the library two days a week lurking on the SDMB, a couple of days a week reading esoteric books in the park, a couple playing in the woods, etc… I gave up my job in the autobody business because I didn’t like it that much, and though it paid descent money most of it went towards food and shelter. I now work a few days a month to get the same amount of pocket money I had before. Seeing as how I have a place to live, food to eat, etc., I don’t really need that little bit, either. I hang out with Matt and Kimstu every once in a while and we talk for hours about political and economic systems. Our lives are idyllic. Except the park is so g*d-damned crowded.
You see, despite the lengthily debates as to how best to realize our utopian dream, no system every surmounted some basic facets of the human condition. One is our intelligence in figuring out how to work the system. Right now, it is a relative minority of people out there who are lucky enough to work at a job they love. The rest of us, the vat majority of us, work because it brings us the things we need/want in life. We may enjoy our job, it may be rewarding, but it is not what we would really want to be doing with our time.
Massive amounts of people realize that they are working X percent of the time to buy food and shelter. Rather than continue to fritter that time away at a job they don’t like, they cut back their hours and supplement the subsequent loss in pay with free groceries. Market forces are not prescriptions for how to do business, they are models of observed behavior. People, en mass, will exchange an hour of labor at McDonalds for an hour of free time if the end result is an hour’s worth of flour. Mind you, most don’t quit entirely, they just cut back to a much more comfortable level of work/leisure/spending money. Sure sure sure not everyone does this, but the park is still overflowing with people. (Who, by the way, are these people who didn’t love their jobs? Don’t think there is a lot of them? How many postal employees out there really love their jobs? What about Department of Motor Vehicle clerks? Fast food clerks? Janitors? Gas station attendants? Accountants? They’re all out there now, relaxing in the park, painting ugly pictures.
Take myself for example. Let’s say that I make $30,000 a year. I pay about $1,000 a month in rent, eat (WAG) about fifty dollars a week in food. That is $14,600 I am paying out of my pocket to eat and live. Almost fifty percent of my salary. I am not even left with the fifteen grand, because of the significant tax burden placed on me by the system. But scratch that, let’s pretend that taxes don’t really go up. Let’s say that taxes hover around thirty percent. (This is almost exactly what I paid a couple weeks ago, combining Federal, State, and Local taxes.) My thirty K a year after taxes, food and shelter leaves me with $6,400. That is about a hundred and twenty-three dollars a week. Damned if I don’t take a part time job at half the salary and continue life as it was. Actually, after doing the math, I realize that if I work only twenty hours a week at $6.15 an hour, I will take home the same amount (and at $6,500 a year I will surly get to keep most of it from the tax-man) of extra spending money as I did working 40 hours a week at my current salary. I now have the exact same basket of material goods (food, shelter, spending money) and twenty extra hours of free time to pursue the more esoteric pleasures of life. I just wish the park wasn’t so freaking crowded!
What do you think Matt? Good or bad situation? Are there any glaring holes in my assumptions?
Before you answer, you may want to read up a bit on basic economic theory, especially the parts about public goods. Maybe you want to tour a public housing project or two. This will help you see other potential unintended consequences in this idea. I leave it to others for the time being to point some of those out (though this thread contains a lot of them already) if you still don’t see them. For now, I thank you for listening, and look forward to exchanging ideas with you in the future.
Rhythmdvl
Once in a while you can get shown the light
in the strangest of places
if you look at it right…