I’ve been thinking about this whole “when you grow up, you’ll be president” thing. But what’s even good about it? You’d have to decide who lives and who dies… How could anyone ever feel that he has the right to make such a choice? I mean, the worst a businessman can do is make an unpopular decision to downsize and replace people with AI, for example. But that’s not the same as deciding to start a war or ordering an execution for corruption.
New Year’s Eve (1984) by Russian artist Sergei Andriyaka
