That's Jack Parsons, writing in 1946. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to feel the warm glow of recognition. You don't even have to be a gullible mystic getting conned and cuckolded by L. Ron Hubbard.
Meanwhile, here's Forrest McDonald, in the excellent E Pluribus Unum, riffing on the happily anarchic social order of one New England state in the 1780s:
In sort, most New Hampshirites had already achieved the taxless, shiftless utopia which most Americans cherished as a secret dream, and for which "republicanism" and "unalienable rights" were merely euphemisms.