It’s not that I’m in any way hostile to reactionary political projects aimed at disciplining some segments of the world’s unproductive population. Good luck with that. Unlike the monarchist constituency, however, I think that talent should be aimed beyond itself, not beneath itself, and that the application of advanced intelligence to the social needs of the masses is basically waste. Malthusian problems will zero-out any achievements made in this regard, in the end. Super-intelligence is the prize to focus upon.

Escaping from 90% of the population is not a real long term solution, at least not the way you seem to conceptualize it. It’s just white flight all over again, only this time it’s gotten so bad that even a significant percentage of suburban whites need to be fled from.

Ok, so you move to Singapore or Shanghai and play around with financial instruments for a living. Meanwhile, the 90% problem festers… everywhere else in the world. The 90% are growing and soon they’ll be 99.9% and they’ll come for you (or your descendants) someday.

And these tiny island city states are completely dependent on nearby large countries, all of which have their own 90% problem. Even if the 90% can’t breach your perimeter, you’re not going to have much of an economy left once they overwhelm your larger neighbors.

Wouldn’t a sustainable escape require staking out a much larger piece of ground, one that can actually be somewhat self sufficient even after the rest of the world is overwhelmed? And once you’re running a real country, your ideology is going to have to work for a more representative cross section of the population.

Hmm. Well. I’ve heard of worse things then intellectual death. Interesting.

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@learn Mandarin -Can I bring 200 milllion close friends to Shanghai? They’re good fighters if kept in borderlands raising milleu. [Albions seed]. Where my mick Catholic prole reading ass was raised if you’re wondering. Always wondered about them, glad I read that book. Most if anyway. so..can they come along?

No? Not enough room? What, no mountains?

No?

Well then. Plan A. And plan B. And…plan X. More letters then. Greek looks promising, there’s that Theta thingie..

There is an old joke about an elderly brewmaster whose boss demands that he reveal the secret of brewing good beer. After initially refusing, the brewmaster eventually agrees to write the secret down and put it in a sealed envelope in a safe, to be opened only after his retirement. Years later, the day finally arrives, and the boss opens the envelope. The note inside says, “Hire a good brewmaster.”