You Remember Me Tomorrow

Let's talk about our old friend the Political Compass, where I am a flaming pinko. I've taken this little test a few times and I always come out to the southwest of Gandhi. Naturally, that's a neighborhood I can live with. I'd take his wife a casserole anytime.



Please take this test. Watch out: some of the questions are gibberish:

It is a waste of time to try to rehabilitate some criminals.

Trying to rehabilitate the smalltime pot user is a waste of time because he/she shouldn't be a criminal, but please lock up and throw away the key on serial killers. Who wrote this shite?

Charity is better than social security as a means of helping the genuinely disadvantaged.

Apples and oranges. That anyone composed that sentence is a problem all by itself.

Some people are naturally unlucky.

What? What?

Astrology accurately explains many things.

Nothing else explains the AQUARIUS! stickers on my bicycle.

A significant advantage of a one-party state is that it avoids all the arguments that delay progress in a democratic political system.

That is some grade-A political gibberish right there.

First-generation immigrants can never be fully integrated within their new country.

Can we dig up some Pilgrims and ask them?

Those who are able to work, and refuse the opportunity, should not expect society's support.

Let's say you're a nuclear physicist and you can't find work nuclearly physicisting. Should there be fries with that?

Nonsense aside, after you've taken the test and seen where you turn out on the grid, I'd like you to take it a second time. It's not a long test. What is it, five minutes? The second time, please consider the questions from a different perspective. Chances are good you took the test from a mainstream political perspective in which you get to make some or all of the decisions and some or all of the value judgments. Believe it or not, the vast majority of people in this country do not. So take the test assuming that you might be on the receiving end of those decisions and judgments instead of the delivering end.

Let that sink in. I bet we might actually be neighbors.

Crossposted at Poor Impulse Control.