Category: Society

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Civilization and the Iterrated Prisoner’s Dilemma

I cannot overstate what a terrible, terrible thing the Prisoner’s Dilemma is. It is Objective Reality run amok. It is Cthulhu’s maw gaping for our souls. It is an eternal hall of mirrors squeezing in on you, until the glass shatters and tears through your eyes, and into your soul.

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Automated Prisons, and the Dilemma of Love

We are all prisoners of this world, all of us locked into this psychopathic trust game with one another, and the only sane answer is – each and every time – to defect, to sell out your co-conspirator, and to hope to God that they’re just a robotic simulacrum that sold you out first.

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In Praise of Anonymity

Understanding the societal-level reasons behind the decline are important, both as an intellectual exercise, and so that we can maintain our own civilized natures, despite the chaos. However, in our personal lives, all we can do is respond rationally to the system we’re in.

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A Better Class of People

“A better class of people,” as Aaron puts it. There’s no garbage to be found on the mountain – maybe the occasional wrapper that fell out of somebody’s pocket, but that’s quickly removed by another hiker. Decency and openness in all of the faces you see. People who have the gumption to commit to such an exhausting hike, and whose physical bodies – while not necessarily ‘model-skinny’ – are in solid form.

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What is Capitalism?

Ain’t it funny how the left and the right talk past each other? Liberals think that “Capitalist” means crony-capitalists; that’s not what Conservatives mean by the term. This mis-communication isn’t a bug, it’s a feature.

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Let God Sort It Out

The hell with ‘em all, and let God sort it out. Seriously; obsessing over this broken world will do nothing but drive you crazy.

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Tinder: If You Stop Laughing, You’re Going to Cry

On Tinder: a handful of carefully chosen photos define the person. Not their written self-description – not the full-movements of a person in motion, existing in time – but the still-frame snapshots. The pure, distilled ego. An archaeological artifact of a dead civilization. Any connection to the inner self is ephemeral at best.