For all those who wished to observe them -- I being one such person -- all the foregoing concepts were already apparent in 1927, though in far less obvious degree. The sum of all these facts made it clear to me in 1927 that no matter how much I could, did, or might as yet accomplish, as a human problem-solver employing only an artifact-designed industrial-production revolution on Spaceship Earth -- seeking by techno-economic obsolescence, rather than by political reform, to make physically obsolete all ignorantly incapacitating reflexing of humanity -- I could not possibly make more of a mess-of-it-all than that being made by the behind-the-scenes absolutely selfish world power-structures' puppeting of the 150 "sovereign" prime ministers, their national legislatures, and their in-turn-puppeted generals and admirals, and the latter's omni-intercompetitive commanding of our one-and-only spaceship, with each five-star "admiral general" looking out only for his own sovereignly-escutcheoned stateroom and all the starboard-side admirals trying to find a way of sinking all the port-side admirals without the winning admirals getting their own feet wet, let alone being drowned.

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