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Cake day: January 20th, 2026

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  • It would work out to be a bit of mutually assured murder of their families.

    Thugs A and B are never allowed to know each other.

    If thug A decides to kill oligarch A, and then travel a long distance to aid thug B in killing oligarch B, then they could likely fail, because oligarchs A & B worked out a means to communicate their proof of life to each other. Many ways to do that, including dedicated messengers. If oligarch B hasn’t received a timely proof of life, then they murder thug A’s family and tell thug B that their family is in danger from outsiders overtaking bunker A. Thug B will likely travel to bunker A.

    The thugs would have to collude. A major goal of the oligarchs will be placing many obstacles against collusion.





  • You are right in that “idiot” is the wrong word, but I am too much of an idiot to know the correct term for individuals who can be the masters of all knowledge and science, yet bring harm to others based on groupthink because they just want to play with others in their small part of the world. They destroy countless better futures.


  • Narauko explained my meaning very well.

    I truly understand the benefits of communities evolved from religious associations. I love that stuff! I would bet that nearly 100% of humans love that stuff. It is truly beneficial, but often, only for that group, because they are too susceptible to ingroup/outgroup dynamics causing them to do harm to outsiders.











  • I love people like her. She reminds me of my cousin. The level of dedication to the wellbeing of her kids is unreal to me.

    Deciding not to have children, because we can’t meet some ideals, seems a common trait with childhood trauma. I didn’t have a maliciously abusive upbringing, but a neglectful one. My siblings and I also have strong feelings against having kids.

    You are a good person to encourage getting passion back into people’s lives. There are too many of us who feel like we are those nested matryoshka dolls; a shell of a shell, of a shell, with our passions replaced by empty depression.