I think you are right on that. That is the end game but the means to that end is taking your stuff and controlling you life into misery like the rest of the third world. ( my God how did you make it through that crap? I must admit I did some of that too. ) Get the UN out of my country and get my country out of the UN.
“(my God how did you make it through that crap? I must admit I did some of that too.)”
It was worse than you think. My conservative roommate and I specialized in representing the most communistic African countries we could find. I actually chaired the Black African Caucus in one of the sub-committees.
One year, I organized an event where we physically threw the South African representative out of the UN General Assembly meeting and installed a more “representative” delegation.
Actually talked the original delegation to go along with it. They insisted that we send some large muscle guys to do it so it would look real. I sent four very sexy coeds instead. I think they liked that better. Being a radical can be fun.
The last year was particularly fun. I wasn’t planning on doing the UN until I female friend asked if I would help her and three of her sorority sisters represent a country.