Shush - you're going to ruin his socialist utopian fantasy!

Picard's vineyard contradicts TNG's WRITERS who would spew vapid ideas about moving beyond the "needs of money" while simultaneously pontificating on "pursuing lofty goals of personal betterment and society". Completely ignoring the facts that money is a TOOL to facilitate trade - that trade NEVER goes away, even in a communist society - that the writers think their writing stories is as important if not MORE important to trade than the necessities of life like... food... medicine... house building, etc; (all of which the writers waive away with "replicators" that provide all the needs and comforts a human could ever want and which idiots, like this OP, have even written thesis on a "post scarcity society") and you see that the writers for the ST:TOS episode "This Side of Paradise" are far FAR more smarter than anyone writing ANY "commercial" fiction we have today.

(McCoy is resting under a tree, with a tall glass of mint julep in his hand.) ELIAS: Well, Doctor, I've been thinking about what sort of work I could assign you to. MCCOY: What do you mean, what sort of work? I'm a doctor. ELIAS: Not any more, of course. We don't need you. Not as a doctor. MCCOY: Oh, no? Would you like to see how fast I can put you in a hospital? ELIAS: I am the leader of this colony. I'll assign you whatever work I think suitable. MCCOY: Just a minute. You'd better make me a mechanic. Then I can treat little tin gods like you. (He punches Elias) Sorry, Sandoval. I don't know what made me do that. ELIAS: We've done nothing here. No accomplishments, no progress. Three years wasted. We wanted to make this planet a garden. MCCOY: You can't stay here. You can't survive without the spores. After you've cleared at the Starbase, you could be relocated. It depends upon what you want. ELIAS: I think I'd, I think we'd like to get some work done. The work we started out to do.