I worked for Marsh & McLennan back then and was scheduled to be transferred to the towers in November 2001. We lost 358 people that day, including a good friend who managed to call his wife after the planes hit to tell her he was ok and not in the towers. Then they fell. His deep baritone voice was the voice of our phone systems for months afterwards. He wasn’t even based out of NYC, he was just visiting the New York offices that day.
That day stings me at a personal level and I was genuinely changed by it, but I believe in the healing power of comedy. So, no…I don’t think it’s too soon. I think it’s about time we heal and this shitpost is dumb enough to make me chuckle on a sad day.
First, I’d like to preface by stating that I am a firm proponent of UBI, but i am under no illusion that life under UBI would be utopic, or even not miserable. The most likely scenario would be as life under “basic” on Earth was described in The Expanse book series. Necessary, but no picnic.