Let’s say we feel impoverished inside and have had to fight tooth and nail for everything we get and have grown up in a competative and aggressive family that has enough in the way of sustinence, maybe inherited wealth, to properly equip and train us to do what it takes to defend it. We will grow up to fear weakness emotional attachment and empathy. We will grow up to do whatever it takes to be warriors for the self, emotionally crude, low class and insensitive.
Our greatest fear will be control, people, laws, regulations, insistence on fair play, being constrained in one’s actions by rules.
When people like that grow up to write science fiction, they will tell stories of a dystopian hell in which a benevolent AI won’t allow them to put themselves in any kind of danger and will replace any failing body part to keep them alive and beyond the reach of the paradise that awaits us in heaven. This the socialism they fear, a projection of the terror they experienced by having their sacred empathy and tenderness and shame beaten out of them as children.
They are not going to like anything that would show them this connection or that all of their terrors of socialism have already happened. They were socialized in a culture of sickness suffering the horrors of Stockholm syndrome marching in goose steps and in awe and worship of He who will keep them sick, the Great Leader, the God who crushed love and hope.
This battle was lost by conservatives millions of years ago when the first of our liberals left the safety of the trees and walked out onto the Savana to boldly go where none had gone before.
Socialism is what happens when you love life.