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What do carder monkey have to do with war, harassment, crime, racism, and even email spam? You will be convinced that all the random dumb-headed cruelty of the world is actually very expedient, you just need to look inside the sphere of carding.
“What the hell is this - the Carder Monkey Orb?"
First, imagine a carder monkey. Disguised as a pirate, if that helps. She will be called Slappy.
Imagine Slappy is your pet. Give him a character. Maybe you play pirate carder monkey adventures with them or even fight criminals together. Imagine how sad you will be when Slappy dies.
Now imagine four more carder monkeys. Let's call them Tito, Bubble, Marseille and Shitty. Now come up with a character for each of them. Probably one of them is aggressive, the other is affectionate, the third is phlegmatic, and the fourth is just constantly throwing shit. However, they are all your carder monkey friends.
Now imagine a hundred carder monkeys.
Not so easy, right? So how many carder monkeys do you need to own to remember the name of each of them?
At what point in your head will your favorite pets turn into a faceless sea of carder monkeys? And although each of them is exactly the same carder monkey as Slappy was, the moment one of them dies, you really won't care.
So how many carder monkeys does it take to give you a damn?
This is not a rhetorical question. We actually know this figure.
Recently, carder monkey specialists conducted a study and found that the size of a carder monkey's brain determines the size of the groups that they form. The larger the brain, the larger communities these animals create.
They actually opened up so many carder monkey brains that they realized that they could just take an unfamiliar skull and predict exactly what size the tribe will form this species.
Most carder monkeys live in groups of about 50 individuals. However, someone gave them a slightly larger brain, and the estimated value of the ideal community for this particular animal was already about 150 individuals.
The brain, of course, was human. Probably, they took it from some homeless person from the street.
“So what's the sensation? Is that man is the high-budget sequel to the carder monkey? And who did not know that?"
Everything is much, much more interesting. Let's take an example.
In his book The Big Russ and Me, journalist Tim Russert tells a touching story about his father. Russert's dad would always carefully pack any broken glass for half an hour before putting it in the trash. What for? "The scavenger might cut himself."
That this behavior is perceived as unusual illustrates my point about carder monkeys. No one spends a lot of time worrying about the well-being of the scavenger, although he plays a key role in our life: allows us not to live in a cave carved into a mountain of our own garbage. We usually don't think about the safety or the convenience of the scavenger at all, or if we do, it's not at all the way we would worry about our best friend, wife, girlfriend, or even a dog.
People throw half-full bottles of blockage remover directly into the tank, without even thinking about what would happen if it splashed into the eye of the janitor. Why? Because it exists outside the Carding Monkey realm.
"Oh, this term again ..."
The carding monkey sphere, or Dunbar's number, is a group of people whose we representatives, with the help of our ape-like brains, are able to comprehend as humans. If the carder monkey scientists are right, we are physically unable to perceive more than 150 people.
Most of us have no room in the Carder Monkey Orb for a friendly neighborhood janitor. So we do not perceive him as a person. We perceive it as a Thing That Carries Out Our Trash.
And even if it so happened that you like your particular janitor, at one point or another, the sphere of our carder monkey care becomes finite. This is how our brains work. Each has a certain circle of people whom we perceive as people, usually friends, relatives or neighbors, as well as several classmates, colleagues or acquaintances from going to church.
Those outside this key group of several dozen people are not human to us. A kind of one-dimensional characters.
Remember the first time as a child you met one of the school teachers outside the classroom? Remember that strange feeling of realizing that these people actually have a life outside of school walls?
Well, I mean, they're not people. They are teachers.
"So what? What's the point here?"
Yes, no special. This is simply why our society does not work.
Well, see for yourself: what will upset you more - the death of your best friend or the death of a dozen children from the fact that their bus collided with a truck that was transporting killer bees? What will be a big blow for you: the death of your mother or the news that 15,000 people died in an earthquake in Iran?
They are all human, and they are all equally dead. But the closer a person is to our Carding Monkey sphere, the more it means to us. Just as your death will mean nothing to a Chinese or, for that matter, virtually anyone more than thirty meters from where you are sitting now.
Why should I feel sorry for them? I don't even know them!"
Exactly what. This is so deeply ingrained in us that even suggesting that you should worry about these deaths as well as about the departure of your best friend sounds a little ridiculous. We are designed in such a way that we have specific double standards for people within our sphere and for 99.999% of the world's population who are outside it.
Remember this the next time you go berserk on the road and start swearing at the drivers of neighboring cars, shouting "LEARN TO DRIVE FIRST, FUCK!" Imagine doing this in a smaller group.
For example, you are in an elevator with two friends and a colleague, a friend presses a button and misses. And you lean right over her ear and yell, "LEARN TO USE FUCKING ELEVATOR BUTTONS, IDIOT!"
They would think you were crazy. We all go a little crazy, falling into a group larger than the Carder Monkey Orb. That is why, sitting in a large crowd, you feel this strange feeling of anonymous invulnerability, shouting curses at a football player who would never dare to speak to his face.
“Well, actually, I am nice to strangers. Didn't you think that it's just you such a bastard?"
That's right, you probably are not aiming to behave rudely with strangers. Just as you do not plan to offend stray dogs.
The problem is that at one point the interests of the people inside your Carding Monkey Realm will require you to oppress someone outside of it (even if that need is only to let off steam through loud swearing).
That is why most of us do not think about stealing money from the pocket of an elderly neighbor, but do not mind stealing cable TV, cheating a little on tax returns, or quietly rejoicing that we forgot to include one of the ordered items in a restaurant bill.
You may have an endless list of excuses, but the truth is that in our carder monkey minds the old lady next door is human, but the cable TV provider is a big, cold, faceless colossus. The fact that this firm is actually a group of people, each of whom is as human as that old woman, or even some elderly women work there and they may lose their jobs because of our theft, rarely comes to our minds.
This is one of the brilliant things in major religions, by the way. The ancient preachers knew that it was easier to drive against strangers, therefore they taught us to imagine in our head a specific god who says: “Whoever you offend, you thus harm me personally. Therefore, I can crush you like a grape. "It must be admitted that even if these words were not inspired by the Almighty, the authors at least understood something about the Carding Monkey sphere.
She is everywhere. Once you get the idea through, you will see examples all around you and start walking the streets in amazement.
But - patience: now everything will become even more important and much, much stranger.
"So you want to say that this Carding Monkey Sphere rules the whole world?"
Turn on the radio. Hear a conservative speech about the notorious "authorities" as if they were a giant lurking serpent, ready to devour you and your salary at any moment. Do not think that the government is made up of people and that your taxes go into the pockets of living people.
Radio host Rush Limbaugh is famous for leaving 50% of the tip in restaurants, but on the air he is filled with a nightingale when the "government" withdraws at least half a dollar from his salary. And this despite the fact that this money will help the same single mother, to whom he easily leaves money as a waitress.
Now switch to the liberal broadcast: listen to how they talk about "multinational corporations" in the same terms - a hellish dark force that spews out clouds of smoke, poisons water and enslaves humanity.
Isn't it strange that, say, a lonely guy who carves out children's toys in his basement and sells them is a sweetheart who just loves to give joy on Christmas, while a large toy company (which gives joy to millions of children) is an inhuman and greedy, soul-devouring colossus?
Oddly enough, if a cute lonely guy makes a lot of toys, hires a lot of people, and builds a chain of stores, we will eventually stop seeing it as a toy workshop and start seeing it as a ferocious orc factory from Mordor.
And if you just thought, “Well, these radio presenters are just a bunch of narcissistic balabols,” then you did it again - you turned real people into cartoon characters. Unsurprisingly, you do this to almost every one of the six billion people outside of your realm.
“So I should start worrying about six billion strangers? But this is even impossible!"
That's right, it's impossible. About that and speech.
What is difficult to realize is that they still cannot worry about you.
That is why they can steal your phone or defecate in your doorway, or cut your salary, or raise your taxes, or plant a bomb in the business center where you work, or spam your mail with advertising miracle drugs (although they know that they does not work). You do not enter their Carding Monkey realm. In their understanding, you are just a vague image with pockets full of money.
Take Osama bin Laden. You just imagined a guy in camouflage hiding in a cave and planning suicide bombings? Or do you think of a person who could get hungry and have a preference for food, who had a childhood crush, fungus on their feet or chronic migraines, or who woke up in the morning with a boner and liked to play volleyball?
I'm probably hitting something inside you right now. You believe that I am aiming to appeal to sympathy for the creepy killer. Isn't it curious how the simple knowledge of simple human facts about him instantly touches the strings of sympathy in you? He approaches your Carding Monkey sphere, takes shape.
The harsh truth is that bin Laden needs to be shot in the head just like the fierce three-color caricature of him on some dork's T-shirt. The key to understanding people like him, however, is that we are a caricature of his shirt.
"So you are using carder monkeys to say that we are all just a bunch of bin Ladens?"
Something like that.
Listen to any teenager who went to his first job: constantly repeating about how his boss scoffs, and the authorities let him down even more (“What is a TAX DEDUCTION?!” He yells upon receiving his first salary). And then look at this same kid at work: he drops a burger patty on the floor, picks it up, slaps it on a bun, and calmly serves it to the client.
This most dropped burger is enough for him to understand shameless politicians and directors of large companies. They perceive him the same way he perceives people in line for food. That is, in no way.
In both cases, for the guy who makes the burger and the guy who runs Exxon, the main challenge is to get through the work week and get paid. Nobody thinks about the dissatisfaction of real people, which is caused by their filthy performance of their work. This number of clients and employees simply does not fit into the Carding Monkey Sphere.
The kid will argue that he doesn't have to worry about his clients for the minimum wage, but the truth is that if a person doesn't sympathize with his fellow at $ 6 an hour, at $ 600,000 a year he won't feel anything either.
Or let's take another look at it: if we are allowed to be indifferent and even contemptuous of people for $ 6 an hour, just imagine how angry some Pakistani must be who gets something like $ 6 a week.
“You have used the word carders monkey' more than 50 times, but the same principle cannot be applied here. The man has been to the moon. Let's see how the carder monkey will cope with this task. "
It doesn't matter. It's just a matter of degree.
There is a reason that legendary ape expert Charles Darwin and his assistant Hehe Santiago discovered that humans and chimpanzees are evolutionary brothers. As complex as we are (compare our refineries to the chimpanzee's primitive technique of throwing shit with their bare hands), the inevitable truth is that we are just as limited by our brains.
The fundamental difference is that carder monkeys are comfortable living in small groups and rarely interacting with someone outside of their carder monkey gang. That is why they rarely fight - although when they do, it is considered quite hilarious. People, however, want cars, oil, and quality manufactured goods made by the good guys at 3M, and Japanese video games, and the Internet, and - most importantly - government. Groups of more than 150 people are needed to effectively maintain all of these things.
That is, we constantly function in communities more numerous than those with which our brain allows us to coexist.
And this is where the problems begin. Like a fragile naked living pyramid, we both support and despise each other. We make fire on what the light is worth of our filthy work of an anonymous person on a conveyor belt and at the same time we drive a car that only a conveyor belt could produce. It is this constant contradiction that wears out so much that we join illegal fight clubs.
That is why I think it was a gigantic burden of sadness - when Darwin turned to his assistant and lamented, "Hehe, we are carder monkeys."
If you think about it, our entire society has evolved around the limitations of the Carder Monkey Orb. It is not for nothing that all fat trust countries with large SUVs with shiny rims live in a representative democracy (when you vote for the people who will rule for you), and all of them are to some extent capitalist (when a person can actually acquire property and keep a part of what he earned).
Representative democracy empowers a small group of people to make all the decisions while allowing ordinary people to feel like they are doing something by going to the polls every couple of years and voting - which actually has about the same power as the "dark button" on toaster.
At the same time we feel that something depends on us and at the same time we are restrained enough so as not to arrange a real carding monkey carnage, but simply fall into squeaky hands and waving frenzy ("The woman bared her breasts during the match! Immediately ban boobs and football! ")
Conversely, some people in the distant past naively believed that they could seat millions of carder monkeys and say: “So, everyone went and picked bananas, brought them here, then we will distribute them according to a complex formula according to the need for bananas! Let's go quickly collect bananas for the good of society! "For the carder monkeys, it was a discouraging, comical, tree-shaking disaster.
Later, one much more sober-minded person sat down the carder monkeys and said, “Hunting bananas? Go get yourself a banana each. I'll take a nap for now. This man, of course, was the German philosopher Hans Capitalism.
As long as everyone gets their own bananas and shares with a small number of people in their sphere, the system will flourish, although no one even tries to work for its prosperity. This is exactly how Ayn Rand would have phrased it if it were not for such a vicious bitch.
Then, sometime in the third century, the French philosopher Pierre "Frenchie" Le French invented racism.
It was a way to simplify a world too complex for carder monkeys by imagining that all people of a particular race are the same person, with the same views, habits and tastes in food, dress and music. It kind of works - as long as we consider this person a good person ("Asians are so hardworking and polite!"), But when we start to perceive them as one giant bastard (yes, it's the French, ironically!), Our carder monkey happiness begins to melt ...
It's not just the French who are to blame. The truth is that all of these carding monkey control schemes only work up to a certain point. For example, today one in four Americans have some kind of mental disorder, usually depression. Every fourth.
Watch a basketball game. It may very well be that at least four on the field are mentally ill. Take a look around your home; if everyone looks like normal, then the patient is you.
Why are you surprised? Turn on the news and see a special report on the obesity epidemic. Through the news, you are being held responsible for millions of other people who eat too much. What exactly should you do about the eating habits of 80 million people you are not even familiar with? You have taken upon yourself this pork-weighed burden of all these people outside your Carding Monkey sphere and now carry this senseless burden of anxiety like a beast on your hump.
"So what are we to do with all this?"
First, learn to be suspicious whenever you see something simple. Any statement that the root of the problem is very simple should be taken as a statement that the root of the problem is in Bigfoot. Simplicity and Bigfoot occur at roughly the same frequency in the real world.
Give up the “good versus bad” or “us versus them” binary thinking. Realize that problems are not solved with biting slogans or overly simple step-by-step programs.
This can be done by following these simple steps. The plan is as follows:
First, you are a FULL IDIOT. Accept the fact that YOU IS. We are all he is.
Think of the really pissed off person you know, the one who constantly does bullshit and always thinks he's right. It is very likely that for someone this person is you. So take whatever you think you know, cut it down by 99.999%, and then you can roughly imagine how much you really know outside of your Carding Monkey realm.
Second, UNDERSTAND that super carder monkeys don't exist. There are just carder monkeys.
All these dudes on TV giving inspirational speeches and teaching you how to reach your potential, become rich and successful - do you know how they made money? At their seminars. For the most part, the only thing they do well is to convince others that they succeed.
The universal idiot principle indicated by the first number also applies here. Don't pretend that politicians are somehow insured against all the left-handed bullshit that we ourselves do every day, and therefore don't laugh or point your finger when the shepherd is caught sniffing cocaine off the ass of a prostitute.
Good exercise: Imagine your idol - whoever he is - chopped out with no pants on your lawn. It is likely that this has happened. Even in the past, Mahatma Gandhi may have featured dead whores and hotel rooms.
And do not even think about neglecting the advice of your spiritual master because from time to time he would like to taste the Colombian first. We are all representatives of various types of hypocrites (or did you say in an interview that you once took sick leave to play World of Warcraft all day?). Don't use the vices of your heroes as an excuse to let your own be off the hook.
Finally, DON'T LET ANYONE simplify this world for you. The world cannot be made simple. Anyone who tries to paint the world in the simple colors of a comic book is most likely trying to use you as a pawn in their game.
“What the hell is this - the Carder Monkey Orb?"
First, imagine a carder monkey. Disguised as a pirate, if that helps. She will be called Slappy.
Imagine Slappy is your pet. Give him a character. Maybe you play pirate carder monkey adventures with them or even fight criminals together. Imagine how sad you will be when Slappy dies.
Now imagine four more carder monkeys. Let's call them Tito, Bubble, Marseille and Shitty. Now come up with a character for each of them. Probably one of them is aggressive, the other is affectionate, the third is phlegmatic, and the fourth is just constantly throwing shit. However, they are all your carder monkey friends.
Now imagine a hundred carder monkeys.
Not so easy, right? So how many carder monkeys do you need to own to remember the name of each of them?
At what point in your head will your favorite pets turn into a faceless sea of carder monkeys? And although each of them is exactly the same carder monkey as Slappy was, the moment one of them dies, you really won't care.
So how many carder monkeys does it take to give you a damn?
This is not a rhetorical question. We actually know this figure.
Recently, carder monkey specialists conducted a study and found that the size of a carder monkey's brain determines the size of the groups that they form. The larger the brain, the larger communities these animals create.
They actually opened up so many carder monkey brains that they realized that they could just take an unfamiliar skull and predict exactly what size the tribe will form this species.
Most carder monkeys live in groups of about 50 individuals. However, someone gave them a slightly larger brain, and the estimated value of the ideal community for this particular animal was already about 150 individuals.
The brain, of course, was human. Probably, they took it from some homeless person from the street.
“So what's the sensation? Is that man is the high-budget sequel to the carder monkey? And who did not know that?"
Everything is much, much more interesting. Let's take an example.
In his book The Big Russ and Me, journalist Tim Russert tells a touching story about his father. Russert's dad would always carefully pack any broken glass for half an hour before putting it in the trash. What for? "The scavenger might cut himself."
That this behavior is perceived as unusual illustrates my point about carder monkeys. No one spends a lot of time worrying about the well-being of the scavenger, although he plays a key role in our life: allows us not to live in a cave carved into a mountain of our own garbage. We usually don't think about the safety or the convenience of the scavenger at all, or if we do, it's not at all the way we would worry about our best friend, wife, girlfriend, or even a dog.
People throw half-full bottles of blockage remover directly into the tank, without even thinking about what would happen if it splashed into the eye of the janitor. Why? Because it exists outside the Carding Monkey realm.
"Oh, this term again ..."
The carding monkey sphere, or Dunbar's number, is a group of people whose we representatives, with the help of our ape-like brains, are able to comprehend as humans. If the carder monkey scientists are right, we are physically unable to perceive more than 150 people.
Most of us have no room in the Carder Monkey Orb for a friendly neighborhood janitor. So we do not perceive him as a person. We perceive it as a Thing That Carries Out Our Trash.
And even if it so happened that you like your particular janitor, at one point or another, the sphere of our carder monkey care becomes finite. This is how our brains work. Each has a certain circle of people whom we perceive as people, usually friends, relatives or neighbors, as well as several classmates, colleagues or acquaintances from going to church.
Those outside this key group of several dozen people are not human to us. A kind of one-dimensional characters.
Remember the first time as a child you met one of the school teachers outside the classroom? Remember that strange feeling of realizing that these people actually have a life outside of school walls?
Well, I mean, they're not people. They are teachers.
"So what? What's the point here?"
Yes, no special. This is simply why our society does not work.
Well, see for yourself: what will upset you more - the death of your best friend or the death of a dozen children from the fact that their bus collided with a truck that was transporting killer bees? What will be a big blow for you: the death of your mother or the news that 15,000 people died in an earthquake in Iran?
They are all human, and they are all equally dead. But the closer a person is to our Carding Monkey sphere, the more it means to us. Just as your death will mean nothing to a Chinese or, for that matter, virtually anyone more than thirty meters from where you are sitting now.
Why should I feel sorry for them? I don't even know them!"
Exactly what. This is so deeply ingrained in us that even suggesting that you should worry about these deaths as well as about the departure of your best friend sounds a little ridiculous. We are designed in such a way that we have specific double standards for people within our sphere and for 99.999% of the world's population who are outside it.
Remember this the next time you go berserk on the road and start swearing at the drivers of neighboring cars, shouting "LEARN TO DRIVE FIRST, FUCK!" Imagine doing this in a smaller group.
For example, you are in an elevator with two friends and a colleague, a friend presses a button and misses. And you lean right over her ear and yell, "LEARN TO USE FUCKING ELEVATOR BUTTONS, IDIOT!"
They would think you were crazy. We all go a little crazy, falling into a group larger than the Carder Monkey Orb. That is why, sitting in a large crowd, you feel this strange feeling of anonymous invulnerability, shouting curses at a football player who would never dare to speak to his face.
“Well, actually, I am nice to strangers. Didn't you think that it's just you such a bastard?"
That's right, you probably are not aiming to behave rudely with strangers. Just as you do not plan to offend stray dogs.
The problem is that at one point the interests of the people inside your Carding Monkey Realm will require you to oppress someone outside of it (even if that need is only to let off steam through loud swearing).
That is why most of us do not think about stealing money from the pocket of an elderly neighbor, but do not mind stealing cable TV, cheating a little on tax returns, or quietly rejoicing that we forgot to include one of the ordered items in a restaurant bill.
You may have an endless list of excuses, but the truth is that in our carder monkey minds the old lady next door is human, but the cable TV provider is a big, cold, faceless colossus. The fact that this firm is actually a group of people, each of whom is as human as that old woman, or even some elderly women work there and they may lose their jobs because of our theft, rarely comes to our minds.
This is one of the brilliant things in major religions, by the way. The ancient preachers knew that it was easier to drive against strangers, therefore they taught us to imagine in our head a specific god who says: “Whoever you offend, you thus harm me personally. Therefore, I can crush you like a grape. "It must be admitted that even if these words were not inspired by the Almighty, the authors at least understood something about the Carding Monkey sphere.
She is everywhere. Once you get the idea through, you will see examples all around you and start walking the streets in amazement.
But - patience: now everything will become even more important and much, much stranger.
"So you want to say that this Carding Monkey Sphere rules the whole world?"
Turn on the radio. Hear a conservative speech about the notorious "authorities" as if they were a giant lurking serpent, ready to devour you and your salary at any moment. Do not think that the government is made up of people and that your taxes go into the pockets of living people.
Radio host Rush Limbaugh is famous for leaving 50% of the tip in restaurants, but on the air he is filled with a nightingale when the "government" withdraws at least half a dollar from his salary. And this despite the fact that this money will help the same single mother, to whom he easily leaves money as a waitress.
Now switch to the liberal broadcast: listen to how they talk about "multinational corporations" in the same terms - a hellish dark force that spews out clouds of smoke, poisons water and enslaves humanity.
Isn't it strange that, say, a lonely guy who carves out children's toys in his basement and sells them is a sweetheart who just loves to give joy on Christmas, while a large toy company (which gives joy to millions of children) is an inhuman and greedy, soul-devouring colossus?
Oddly enough, if a cute lonely guy makes a lot of toys, hires a lot of people, and builds a chain of stores, we will eventually stop seeing it as a toy workshop and start seeing it as a ferocious orc factory from Mordor.
And if you just thought, “Well, these radio presenters are just a bunch of narcissistic balabols,” then you did it again - you turned real people into cartoon characters. Unsurprisingly, you do this to almost every one of the six billion people outside of your realm.
“So I should start worrying about six billion strangers? But this is even impossible!"
That's right, it's impossible. About that and speech.
What is difficult to realize is that they still cannot worry about you.
That is why they can steal your phone or defecate in your doorway, or cut your salary, or raise your taxes, or plant a bomb in the business center where you work, or spam your mail with advertising miracle drugs (although they know that they does not work). You do not enter their Carding Monkey realm. In their understanding, you are just a vague image with pockets full of money.
Take Osama bin Laden. You just imagined a guy in camouflage hiding in a cave and planning suicide bombings? Or do you think of a person who could get hungry and have a preference for food, who had a childhood crush, fungus on their feet or chronic migraines, or who woke up in the morning with a boner and liked to play volleyball?
I'm probably hitting something inside you right now. You believe that I am aiming to appeal to sympathy for the creepy killer. Isn't it curious how the simple knowledge of simple human facts about him instantly touches the strings of sympathy in you? He approaches your Carding Monkey sphere, takes shape.
The harsh truth is that bin Laden needs to be shot in the head just like the fierce three-color caricature of him on some dork's T-shirt. The key to understanding people like him, however, is that we are a caricature of his shirt.
"So you are using carder monkeys to say that we are all just a bunch of bin Ladens?"
Something like that.
Listen to any teenager who went to his first job: constantly repeating about how his boss scoffs, and the authorities let him down even more (“What is a TAX DEDUCTION?!” He yells upon receiving his first salary). And then look at this same kid at work: he drops a burger patty on the floor, picks it up, slaps it on a bun, and calmly serves it to the client.
This most dropped burger is enough for him to understand shameless politicians and directors of large companies. They perceive him the same way he perceives people in line for food. That is, in no way.
In both cases, for the guy who makes the burger and the guy who runs Exxon, the main challenge is to get through the work week and get paid. Nobody thinks about the dissatisfaction of real people, which is caused by their filthy performance of their work. This number of clients and employees simply does not fit into the Carding Monkey Sphere.
The kid will argue that he doesn't have to worry about his clients for the minimum wage, but the truth is that if a person doesn't sympathize with his fellow at $ 6 an hour, at $ 600,000 a year he won't feel anything either.
Or let's take another look at it: if we are allowed to be indifferent and even contemptuous of people for $ 6 an hour, just imagine how angry some Pakistani must be who gets something like $ 6 a week.
“You have used the word carders monkey' more than 50 times, but the same principle cannot be applied here. The man has been to the moon. Let's see how the carder monkey will cope with this task. "
It doesn't matter. It's just a matter of degree.
There is a reason that legendary ape expert Charles Darwin and his assistant Hehe Santiago discovered that humans and chimpanzees are evolutionary brothers. As complex as we are (compare our refineries to the chimpanzee's primitive technique of throwing shit with their bare hands), the inevitable truth is that we are just as limited by our brains.
The fundamental difference is that carder monkeys are comfortable living in small groups and rarely interacting with someone outside of their carder monkey gang. That is why they rarely fight - although when they do, it is considered quite hilarious. People, however, want cars, oil, and quality manufactured goods made by the good guys at 3M, and Japanese video games, and the Internet, and - most importantly - government. Groups of more than 150 people are needed to effectively maintain all of these things.
That is, we constantly function in communities more numerous than those with which our brain allows us to coexist.
And this is where the problems begin. Like a fragile naked living pyramid, we both support and despise each other. We make fire on what the light is worth of our filthy work of an anonymous person on a conveyor belt and at the same time we drive a car that only a conveyor belt could produce. It is this constant contradiction that wears out so much that we join illegal fight clubs.
That is why I think it was a gigantic burden of sadness - when Darwin turned to his assistant and lamented, "Hehe, we are carder monkeys."
If you think about it, our entire society has evolved around the limitations of the Carder Monkey Orb. It is not for nothing that all fat trust countries with large SUVs with shiny rims live in a representative democracy (when you vote for the people who will rule for you), and all of them are to some extent capitalist (when a person can actually acquire property and keep a part of what he earned).
Representative democracy empowers a small group of people to make all the decisions while allowing ordinary people to feel like they are doing something by going to the polls every couple of years and voting - which actually has about the same power as the "dark button" on toaster.
At the same time we feel that something depends on us and at the same time we are restrained enough so as not to arrange a real carding monkey carnage, but simply fall into squeaky hands and waving frenzy ("The woman bared her breasts during the match! Immediately ban boobs and football! ")
Conversely, some people in the distant past naively believed that they could seat millions of carder monkeys and say: “So, everyone went and picked bananas, brought them here, then we will distribute them according to a complex formula according to the need for bananas! Let's go quickly collect bananas for the good of society! "For the carder monkeys, it was a discouraging, comical, tree-shaking disaster.
Later, one much more sober-minded person sat down the carder monkeys and said, “Hunting bananas? Go get yourself a banana each. I'll take a nap for now. This man, of course, was the German philosopher Hans Capitalism.
As long as everyone gets their own bananas and shares with a small number of people in their sphere, the system will flourish, although no one even tries to work for its prosperity. This is exactly how Ayn Rand would have phrased it if it were not for such a vicious bitch.
Then, sometime in the third century, the French philosopher Pierre "Frenchie" Le French invented racism.
It was a way to simplify a world too complex for carder monkeys by imagining that all people of a particular race are the same person, with the same views, habits and tastes in food, dress and music. It kind of works - as long as we consider this person a good person ("Asians are so hardworking and polite!"), But when we start to perceive them as one giant bastard (yes, it's the French, ironically!), Our carder monkey happiness begins to melt ...
It's not just the French who are to blame. The truth is that all of these carding monkey control schemes only work up to a certain point. For example, today one in four Americans have some kind of mental disorder, usually depression. Every fourth.
Watch a basketball game. It may very well be that at least four on the field are mentally ill. Take a look around your home; if everyone looks like normal, then the patient is you.
Why are you surprised? Turn on the news and see a special report on the obesity epidemic. Through the news, you are being held responsible for millions of other people who eat too much. What exactly should you do about the eating habits of 80 million people you are not even familiar with? You have taken upon yourself this pork-weighed burden of all these people outside your Carding Monkey sphere and now carry this senseless burden of anxiety like a beast on your hump.
"So what are we to do with all this?"
First, learn to be suspicious whenever you see something simple. Any statement that the root of the problem is very simple should be taken as a statement that the root of the problem is in Bigfoot. Simplicity and Bigfoot occur at roughly the same frequency in the real world.
Give up the “good versus bad” or “us versus them” binary thinking. Realize that problems are not solved with biting slogans or overly simple step-by-step programs.
This can be done by following these simple steps. The plan is as follows:
First, you are a FULL IDIOT. Accept the fact that YOU IS. We are all he is.
Think of the really pissed off person you know, the one who constantly does bullshit and always thinks he's right. It is very likely that for someone this person is you. So take whatever you think you know, cut it down by 99.999%, and then you can roughly imagine how much you really know outside of your Carding Monkey realm.
Second, UNDERSTAND that super carder monkeys don't exist. There are just carder monkeys.
All these dudes on TV giving inspirational speeches and teaching you how to reach your potential, become rich and successful - do you know how they made money? At their seminars. For the most part, the only thing they do well is to convince others that they succeed.
The universal idiot principle indicated by the first number also applies here. Don't pretend that politicians are somehow insured against all the left-handed bullshit that we ourselves do every day, and therefore don't laugh or point your finger when the shepherd is caught sniffing cocaine off the ass of a prostitute.
Good exercise: Imagine your idol - whoever he is - chopped out with no pants on your lawn. It is likely that this has happened. Even in the past, Mahatma Gandhi may have featured dead whores and hotel rooms.
And do not even think about neglecting the advice of your spiritual master because from time to time he would like to taste the Colombian first. We are all representatives of various types of hypocrites (or did you say in an interview that you once took sick leave to play World of Warcraft all day?). Don't use the vices of your heroes as an excuse to let your own be off the hook.
Finally, DON'T LET ANYONE simplify this world for you. The world cannot be made simple. Anyone who tries to paint the world in the simple colors of a comic book is most likely trying to use you as a pawn in their game.
