Virtual commons: designed for tragedy

One problem with the web is that it is largely built by people who are generally optimistic and naive; they think the whole world is like their college dorm was, or like neighborhood or workplace is, where everyone they meet is courteous, conscientious, or at least tidy and bright. (Silicon Valley bigwigs have a left-libertarian streak, of course.) In reality though, humans by and large are glorified apes, so you wind up with everything devolving toward 4chan and Facebook killers.

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White genocide

There are people out there who believe whites are being genocided–a ridiculous notion given that by far the #1 reason the white proportion of the population is shrinking is because whites are choosing to have fewer children.

I wonder, what is the total fertility rate among white genocide believers? No data exist, but if it could somehow be collected I would bet with 90% confidence it is lower than 2, and with 65% confidence it is lower than 1.

As I’ve said before, having children is the surest way to create a future society that is to your liking.

Practicality vs. coping with dissidence

Reality often accommodates contradictory beliefs and frequently even provides evidence that supports all of them. Thus intelligent, informed people can hold opposing beliefs on basically everything.

Now put yourself in the shoes of one of those intelligent, informed people whose beliefs contradict most of those underpinning our modern/liberal/global/egalitarian/democratic Western society. What are your practical options to get through life? Or would you take no practical option and just “cope”?

What annoys me lately is when those people’s goals suggest they should seriously pursue practical options, but their actions are pure coping instead.

Our wrinkled universes

Most of what happens to us is decoration on the fabric of our reality. But some of our experience impresses wrinkles and folds into that fabric, hiding certain truths and bringing others into greater visibility. With enough intellect and ability to compartmentalize we can tease these folds apart and iron the wrinkles flat a bit, peeking at what was hidden and reassessing what was foregrounded. But instinctively we are fold- and wrinkle-loving creatures; we need them to make sense of our lives, and even while we are making a show of laying the fabric flat we are secretly pressing folds and wrinkles back into it.