While it’s true that no man is an island, it is equally true that no one outside a bloodline will starve for you. “Oh, we’ll all join hands as neighbors and bestest buddies in the whole wide world and cooperate and we shall survive as a group. Surely, everyone knows their odds are increased when in a group”. As far as it goes this is true in a general sense. Individuals sacrifice a certain amount of autonomy to gain the advantage of being in a group. Man is a social, pack animal. He hunted in packs to survive and that won’t be breed out of him in anything under a few hundred thousand years ( where Creationists miss the boat-and I’m not saying Evolutionists have an infallibly theory themselves- is in failing to account for the vast timescales man was involved in learning his behavior. Blame the stupid prick of a religious scholar who tried to fix the time of the creation in such a compressed era. Dumbass was probably trying to curry favor with the Church politicians ) if ever. But pack behavior is merely used for day to day survival. Come another true ELE, pack behavior is not going to be enough ( and, I’ll wager it will take far less than an ELE to bring about a base of blood family survival exclusive of all other dynamics ). When the die-off occurs, and only a moron thinks two axis of food and population will never cross, cooperation will be violently thrown out the window. Sure, only for a short period of time, but that interval is enough to kill you.
Let’s take that lame sitcom “Gilligan’s Island”. What was there, eight people? Or was it seven? Anyway, just picture the island but without enough food for everybody. Logic tells us that if everyone cooperates they can survive and thrive. In most recorded famines this is what happened. The reports of cannibalism were far less than Mad Max scale events ( eating the dead, rather than zombie action chasing down victims. And speaking of zombies, I made my once annual pilgrimage to the theatre to watch “World War Z”. Not a bad action flick, especially in 3D, but certainly not an apocalypse film ). Things got ugly but were largely contained. But, as the cheerleader sock puppet bankers whores keep bleating, this time its different. Every aspect of our survival is highly balanced with so many parts of the whole failing and so many additional systematic failures being introduced all the time, at some point the effects go from horrid to catastrophic and close to immediately. Collapse isn’t JUST a slight decline and those that crash the system and see a severe die-off are NOT recorded. Everyone was helping on Gilligan’s, spending fishing time on diversifying into yams or improving nets or what have you. Then, a hurricane comes along and wipes out all the food and spills the sewage tank into the lagoon. What happens then?
The novelist or the preacher would have The Skipper give a rousing talk and everyone pitches in, tightens their belts and rebuilds together. In reality, human nature takes over. Suddenly, Gilligan seems to be a little fruity to The Skipper and Mr. Howell ( I think I got that one right. Forgive any further misremembered names ) isn’t pulling his weight due to old age. The Skipper thinks Gilligan is Putting The Moves on him, and is sick and tired of the Old Puke eating more than he deserves. Little Buddy accidentally brushes Skippers ass as they move about on a work detail, and the big guy lets out a roar, declares he ain’t no dirty little homo, and brains Gilligan with a rock, killing him. When Mr. Howell starts to protest over the barbarity, The Skipper accuses him of eating more than he works, grabs a limb off the stiffening corpse of Gilligan and beats Howell to death with it. When Mrs. Howell raises a fuss, the Skipper proceeds to threaten her if she doesn’t pick up the slack of her late husband and perform his duties.
Next, The Professor has been schtooping Maryann and not only does The Skipper feel the brainiac will pose a threat to him by engineering a weapon out of coconuts, he has also been noticing that Maryann is shaking her tight little ass at him when Poindexter isn’t looking. Obviously, the new Top Warrior is going to be the next genetic winner. So, what else to do but preemptively strike and take out The Professor? It is really just self-defense. There was seven, food for five, and now after The Skipper kills off the old bitch from overwork, there is suddenly a food surplus even with a baby on the way. Because, when survival is at stake, humans manufacture the excuses needed to kill off the resource competition, even if the group was cooperating previously. In fact, at a certain point, cooperation is dangerous because you’ve already invited potential enemies into your camp. You will be attacked from within. And, the bloodletting won’t let up until a surplus is available ( momentum won’t be lost, hence this won’t have to be repeated ). Look at a married couple and the modern permissiveness of divorce. One half the couple, if there is a perceived benefit outside the union, will blow all out of proportion a problem in the relationship in order to consciously AND subconsciously justify ending the relationship. This gives them the moral high ground to act badly. And everyone does it, from brutal dictators to casual friends. Human nature. What I’m trying to get at here is that when you form your cooperative group, you need to then beware the inevitable backstabbers as soon as your former best friend or wife of twenty years sees either base survival or added benefits outside of helping you. If screwing you will help another, that other person WILL screw you. Even if being cooperative would have eventually been more rewarding.
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