They bet.

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They bet it all.

Someone believed a whole lot of things that just aren't true.  Or... so I write.  I am betting they will lose it all.  If, too, I think they believe they have those bet losses hedged.  That is where I think they will lose not just their shirts, but their pants too.

Boys, and men, will always want games.  As well, of course, the computers, consoles, handhelds, or other platforms upon which to play those games.  They believed they could make those poison, toxic, repulsive even, at every stage, in every way, from price to invasiveness, to... false difficulty and gay.

Same with vehicles.  Trucks to suvs, though none are clean.  Out with simple reliable engines.  In with blackbox, modem involved, overengineered underdesigned transmissions, gas engines with massive flaws and complexities built by subliterate foreign barbarians.  Electronic controls and panels which fail as often as the real components and cost as much as a transmission to fix.  Plus tracking bugs, selling the tracked data to insurance companies, directly hurting the drivers.

Women as well.  Men would never stop chasing.  Can't, wouldn't if they could.  So they made divorce the flip of a coin proposition, with no way of knowing.  Being a church member, college graduate, professional?  The more the income, wealth, the greater the chance of divorce, or simple anandonment at some lower level of income.

Men went with it far longer than... I thought they would.  Some are still buying $130,000 trucks which often value to $60k or less in a few years.  And are worth less than that at the start.  Some men are still marrying.  Some are still buying computers, consoles, and modern games.

But the outlook is not good.  Between some automobile buyers being too underwater, or ruined by a repo... and guys figuring out modern tech is worse than trash.  And becoming too tired of dissappointment to buy one more new game, no matter the marketing or promises?  No, the end is near, for the old ways of business.

Their hedge, if all goes to zero?  Population decline.  Something the elites preach in their little circles.  A good thing, they tell themselves and each other.  But, underneath, they all know, with a major population crash, their whole world ends too.

The elite are not breeders.  They depend on mouth breathers for that.  They aren't hard or manual laborers.  Oh, they will pretend work, in a garden, or gymn, or somwhere for a spot.  But dig an outhouse pit?  Pitch a barn?  They aren't farmers, herdsman, tradesmen, or even techs.  And... no, they won't figure it out on the fly.

Things will change.  What is the saying?  That which can't continue, won't, or some such.  Well, this can't continue.  The rich can bull through for a bit, buying what most can't.  Until the crippling failures of the systems become too much of a burden for even the monopolists and all their fake and gay aluminum coins of the realm.  No one to work, the skills to do the work gone, not enough money in the world to cover the edges.  And they aren't doers.  Just larger cogs with no access to smaller cogs.  Suited paperweights.

Perhaps there is a magical hitlerish grand tech plan.  Maybe they really think ai and robots will fill in the blanks.  And, maybe, they are right.  I don't think so.  If every single man, not of the blob, went home today, sat down, and stopped trying, working, spending, computing, dating, marrying?  It would take a week to start resolving this.

I am curious how this will end, in any case.  But I have hedged against their bets, and hedges for those bets.  I am pretty sure they have already lost.  It's just a matter of what changes they might try to implement to save their asses, assets, high life.