brah, kant may have written sitting down but he took the same walk at the same time in the same place every single day of his life.
brahbrah, haven't you read
baudrillards take on native american reservations in simulation and simulacra?
read page 7, Rameses, or the rosy coloured resurrection. it makes it look like your protectionism of cultural diversity may in fact just be a more potent form of destruction.
also bizarre that you would equate one world government with loss of cultural diversity, because if anything a one world government would be more interested in preserving specific cultural heritages in order to prove its inclusiveness.
and a sub saharan farmer is gonna sell whatever crops he can sell, which means his decision will be based on what will be consumed by people in other countries. that isn't tyranny, thats an integrated global system were he has the option to sell abroad thanks to transport technology. aint nothing wrong with that.
and ameribrah, please will you and all the other ameribros stop flattering yourselves that you're in any position to form a one world government. please. this isn't 1998. ni hao motherfucker. stop shooting pistols in the air and dancing on the spot for a second, then you might hear the sound of a hundred doors closing and foreign diplomats whispering 'yes... china... new reserve currency... yes... i agree... the dollars day is over... yes..."
can also confirm that, in fact, the rest of the world FUCKING APED america due to its own wish to be like it. the height of this was the 90's when everyone was baffled that your free market fundamentalism seemed to be working so well and we all started making malls and copying your mannerisms cos it seemed like you had the secret. it wasn't cultural imperialism (except for the countries you invaded/staged coups in to steal resources from) it was a enthusiastic imitation. we sold our centuries of proud heritage for a greasy big mac, and it was so worth it, as we die in the gutter from diabesity we raise our pudgy fists in the air and gurgle 'FREEDUMB!'. our sagging, cholesterol clogged eyelids close for the last time a bald eagle flies past, waiting to consume our rancid flesh as our heart beats its last beat and we take our final breath.