Socialist Utopia: Free Everything, No One On The Night Shift
CHICAGO, Illinois. Democratic socialists announced Monday that their long-awaited model society is finally complete, offering universal housing, universal healthcare, universal college, universal childcare, universal transportation, universal emotional validation, and universal confusion over who’s supposed to fix the boiler.
The project, People’s Tomorrow Village, was hailed as the first fully compassionate community in America. Every resident receives everything they need, nobody earns more than anyone else, all decisions are made collectively, and every committee chair has at least three tote bags. The only remaining challenge is labor. Specifically, who does it.
The Utopia Is Always Fully Staffed
The official brochure describes a paradise of shared abundance and non-hierarchical service delivery. There are clinics, schools, cafeterias, buses, libraries, gardens, therapy pods, eldercare lounges, conflict-resolution yurts, and a bicycle repair cooperative called Spokes Of Liberation. Everything is beautiful, free, and open. At least in theory.
On opening day the clinic had no doctor, the cafeteria had no cook, the bus had no driver, the childcare hall had no staff, the trash sat uncollected, and the bicycle cooperative contained one graduate student writing a poem about gears. “This is just an implementation issue,” said village organizer Fern Justicewell. Asked who would implement the implementation, she frowned. “That question centers logistics.”
The First Morning
Residents woke up thrilled to begin post-capitalist life. By 7:00 the coffee station was empty. By 7:15 the line at the free breakfast hall stretched around the block. By 7:30 it was clear nobody had cooked breakfast. By 7:32 a breakfast working group had formed. By 9:45 the working group issued a statement condemning hunger as an avoidable social condition. By noon, residents were still hungry. One man asked whether someone could simply scramble eggs and was accused of culinary authoritarianism.
Human Nature Is Considered A Right-Wing Conspiracy
Leaders had promised that residents, freed from wages, bosses, schedules, and performance reviews, would become radiant civic angels drifting from task to task in a cloud of mutual aid. The theory lasted until trash day. The trash collective posted a sign reading “All Are Invited To Participate In Waste Justice.” Nobody participated. By Thursday the bins had achieved class consciousness and begun organizing themselves. “People like the idea of shared responsibility,” said resident Damon Pike, a former warehouse supervisor. “They do not like the smell of shared responsibility.”
Healthcare Without Hierarchy
The clinic promised free care for all. Unfortunately the volunteer physician had been reassigned to the Food Sovereignty Council after someone argued that medicine and lunch are both forms of healing. Patients waited six hours. A man with a sprained ankle was offered a listening circle. A woman with bronchitis received a pamphlet titled Breathing Beyond Capitalism. A child with an ear infection got an affirming sticker. “You can call it healthcare,” said observing nurse Angela Rowe, “but at some point somebody who knows anatomy has to enter the room.” Organizers agreed and scheduled a forum on anatomy privilege.
The Budget Has The Same Two Lines
The village was financed on the standard model. Revenue: the rich. Expenses: everything. Founding documents projected a balanced budget after applying “wealth justice inputs” from unnamed high-net-worth individuals. When those individuals failed to turn up voluntarily, organizers were disappointed. “We believed the moral logic would be compelling,” said Finance Coordinator Willow Ledger. Had she actually contacted any wealthy donors? “No, but we issued a declaration.” A local accountant reviewed the budget and called it a vision board with decimal points. He was not invited back. The “the rich will simply cover it” assumption is the same one France abandoned when it repealed its wealth tax after the money left.
Public Transit Becomes Philosophical
The bus system promised free rides every ten minutes. The buses were parked. The drivers were absent. The schedule existed; the lived experience did not. A Transportation Equity Committee concluded that residents should focus less on arrival and more on mobility justice. “Destinations are capitalist,” said committee member Rowan Finch. “My boss disagrees,” replied a resident trying to get to work. Finch reminded him bosses were obsolete. The resident reminded Finch that rent was also supposedly obsolete, yet his old landlord still cashed checks with great enthusiasm.
Every Problem Gets The Same Answer: More Government
As the failures multiplied, organizers answered each with a committee. No breakfast became the Breakfast Access Task Force. No trash pickup became the Waste Solidarity Board. No doctors became the Community Healing Steering Circle. No buses became the Mobility Imagination Office. No money became the Revenue Justice Exploratory Caucus. Nobody attending meetings became the Participation Inclusion Subcommittee. By Friday the village had more committees than functioning services, and residents joked that it had successfully abolished capitalism and replaced it with a homeowners association run by sociology majors.
The School Without Standards
The school opened on the principle that every child is equally gifted, every answer is valid, every grade is oppressive, and standardized tests are colonial paperwork. The math teacher resigned after being told subtraction reinforces scarcity. The science teacher was reassigned for explaining that gravity is not negotiable. The history teacher caused a stir by noting that some socialist experiments had gone poorly. Parents grew alarmed when students came home saying 2+2 equals “a conversation.” “We are teaching children to think critically,” said Education Coordinator Moon Ellis. “My kid tried to pay for ice cream with a poem,” replied a father.
The Government As Magical Parent
Residents noticed leaders treated government as the answer to every human condition. Hungry? Government. Sick? Government. Lonely, cold, bored, sad, confused? Government. Boiler broken? Government, once the Boiler Equity Coordinator returns from retreat. The philosophy cast government as a magical parent with unlimited patience, money, competence, and an uncanny ability to locate plumbers who accept applause as currency. Local philosopher Dr. Harriet Plumtree called it “political infantilism wearing ethical socks.” “A mature society asks what institutions do well,” she said. “An immature society hands every problem to government and then acts surprised when government asks for sixteen forms and loses the first twelve.”
Eyewitnesses From The Village
“I joined because I wanted community,” said Elena Morales. “But community apparently means attending three meetings before anyone can buy toilet paper.” Former mechanic Travis Boyd said the repair cooperative was inspiring until something needed repairing. “They had a mural of a wrench. Beautiful mural. No actual wrench.” College graduate Piper Lee still believes in the project. “I also believe somebody should clean the bathroom.” Retired firefighter Bill Hanrahan was blunter. “This place has a committee for smoke alarms and no batteries. That’s not socialism. That’s camping with paperwork.”
The First Crisis
The first real emergency came when the heating failed. Residents gathered in the assembly hall in coats. A Heating Justice Emergency Session began at 8 p.m. By 11 the group had agreed warmth is a human right. By midnight, that cold disproportionately affects marginalized communities. By 1 a.m., that fossil fuels are complicated. By 2 a.m., that the issue deserved further reflection. At 2:14 a.m., Travis Boyd fixed the boiler with a borrowed wrench. The village thanked the collective. Boyd asked whether the collective wanted to help carry his tools. The collective had already gone home. This, in one cold room, is the whole free-rider problem: everyone wants the heat, almost nobody wants the night shift.
Officials Defend The Experiment
In a briefing, organizers denied the village had failed. “Success should not be measured by capitalist metrics like food, heat, transportation, sanitation, medical care, education, or functioning infrastructure,” said Justicewell. What metric, then? “Intentionality.” The statement drew strong support from academics, activists, and people who had not tried living there.
Final Analysis
People’s Tomorrow Village exposed the great comic problem inside the socialist imagination. The dream is always fully staffed. The cafeteria has cooks, the hospital has doctors, the buses have drivers, the pipes have plumbers, the bureaucracy has saints, the citizens have patience, the rich have endless money, and nobody ever says “not my shift.” Then reality arrives with a clipboard and asks who’s covering Tuesday night. That’s where the fantasy starts coughing. That’s where “from each according to ability” discovers that several people listed their ability as “facilitating dialogue.”
The village didn’t struggle because anyone wanted bad things. It struggled because wanting good things does not, by itself, staff the cafeteria.
And the experiment has scaled up from a brochure to a city. The Democratic Socialists of America are roughly a hundred thousand strong, and member Zohran Mamdani took office as New York’s 112th mayor on January 1, 2026, elected on free buses, free childcare, and a rent freeze, with Bernie Sanders and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez beside him. The promises are the benefits. The boiler at 2 a.m. is the question every village above keeps failing to assign. Our colleagues at The London Prat are tracking Britain’s own search for one person willing to take the night shift, ideally with a wrench.
This satirical report is a fully human collaboration between two sentient beings: the world’s oldest tenured professor, who has never once volunteered for the night shift and is not about to start, and a philosophy major turned dairy farmer, who is, by definition, always on the night shift, and would appreciate a hand with the tools. No boilers were ideologically harmed, although one wrench has reportedly requested asylum in a capitalist hardware store.
Auf Wiedersehen, amigo!
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