Besides the obvious implications of a crumbling economy putting a stranglehold on the average consumer, the service industry has always been a bubble waiting to burst.

The entire foundation of working in service is built upon replicating the experience of aristocratic dining where every aspect of logistic necessity is removed from the act of preparing and consuming food. A majority of society for a majority of history has had to contend with these basic logistic necessities. The ingredients need to be procured, the food needs to be cooked, the eating environment needs to be set, and the mess needs to be cleaned afterwards. While variations and communal context varies, traditionally a matriarch performs the cooking within a single household unit, ingredients either literally or symbolically procured by the patriarch through provision, and both setting and cleaning either being performed by her or shared among the family as a duty.

What makes this different from being rich and having servants is that you’re taking the responsibilities away from those participating in the dining experience. A chef procures the ingredients and cooks the meal, servants set the table, servants serve the food, servants clean up the mess, and servants wash the dishes. Every participant of the actual dining experience is completely unburdened by the laborious necessities, free to enjoy the act of eating itself with as little imposition on their time and energy as possible.

However, because of this, those raised in wealth are given a strict standard of etiquette to follow with a higher form of ritual. The spiritual health of a society is both affected and indicated by the basic social rituals within a few key elements of the human experience. You can judge a people by the standards of certain activities they perform, including how they solidify marriages and therefore families, how they dispose of their dead, how they handle disputes, and most notably, what rituals they perform when eating.

The specific rules of etiquette exist as a function of acknowledging the presence of others and performing basic acts to reduce as much sensory imposition as possible. Belching is rude because it sounds disgusting, napkins are placed on the lap, not the table because it’s unpleasant to see food stains on them, elbows stay off because it shakes the table and disturbs other diners. In a high class environment, the act of eating itself is always relegated as a vehicle for the social element of dining. All of human history signified the act of breaking bread as a ritual of enhancing communication, understanding, and social bond between two individuals. The rich have learned that eating the food itself is never the focus of dining in company. The food is merely a vehicle for continual participation in ensuring your place in this world and working towards elevating your position in the hierarchy of those around you.

This is why it’s traditionally polite to never fully finish a meal. First it’s a function of abundance. To eat to completion is a symptom of scarcity, acting out of fear of starvation which is incongruent to living a life of means where there will always be more food available than you could ever hope to consume entirely. But furthermore it’s an expression of self control, all etiquette is. Etiquette itself is the act of enforcing both self control and focus on acknowledging those around you through followable mutually understood rules. Secondly, leaving leftovers fulfilled a function of rewarding the servants. They would always eat whatever wasn’t used, enjoying decadent meals which they otherwise wouldn’t have access to were it not for their position.

In many ways, the servant living in the palace, having families alongside their masters family, eating their food, and so forth created a symbiotic relationship. All of these dynamics were mimicked in the creation of the modern dining experience, an inevitable folly serving towards its own downfall. The modern dining experience began as a process of mimicking the dynamic of having servants. Someone seats you, someone serves you drinks, someone serves you food cooked by a chef, someone cleans up the table after you, and someone washes the dishes. Your only responsibility as the patron is to compensate for the food and service at the end of the meal. The concept of public dining is ancient, the thermopilia, the inn, tea houses, taverns, cookshops, bodegas, etc. Historical context varies but a significant amount of these public dining establishments would cater to the lower classes, often combining services with alcohol, prostitution, and gambling.

The French conceived of the modern “restaurant” in the late 18th century, the specific dining format described here, a simulation of having servants, chefs, access to an elegant dining hall, and a choice wine cellar. The revolution would disenfranchise many nobles, leading to the creation of many more restaurants across France and spreading throughout the world eventually.

Until the 20th century, having the title of “restaurant” would imply an experience elevated beyond simply having a bowl of slop handed to you at a bench or a table. The dining experience was still for the wealthy and many of the same expectations of etiquette would be expected of the customer. Restaurants would be iconic places of status, judged shrewdly by an elite class while becoming a social arena for them, places where empires could rise and fall, multimillion dollar deals hashed out onto cocktail napkins.

The inherent problem of the restaurant model compared to being served formally was the lack of privacy and the emotionally incongruent act of paying at the end. The former was managed by the highest possible emphasis placed on seating and architecture. An ideal restaurant creates a little world for each table where the background is reduced to a minimum, both visually through alcoves, walls, separators, etc and acoustically. The latter issue, payment, is a bit more complex.

The payment portion of the dining experience is the most jarring. Anyone who’s worked in the service industry can tell you how consistently and curiously patrons will behave one way the entire evening and then the mood will quietly shift when the check comes out. As if some flip has switched, the patrons are suddenly reminded of the realities of the world. The check symbolizes the cessation of festivity and a reminder of the dividing line between them and the server. They suddenly are forced to acknowledge a position of hierarchy, accept an imposition of need, and reconcile with the possibility that any rapport they’ve possibly built with their server was a completely manufactured experience.

All of these factors were kept to a minimum in the traditional servant-master dynamic. The question of pay was most certainly kept far and away from the act of dining, and the mark of a good servant or butler is defined by how invisibly they can perform their functions. Any good server should be trained in this art, understanding that the diners do not give a shit about you. A good server completely occupies an existence built around predicting and silently fulfilling the needs of their patrons with as minimal interruption to the intended dining experience as possible. If the customers have some need of socializing, a good server detects and fulfills that function, a great server finds a way to make that be or at least feel like a genuine human connection, much like a good prostitute makes her clients feel like she genuinely loves them.

The act of serving well factors into a variety of skills which were performed at their highest during the invention of the modern dining experience, where servers would have had all the same training, standards, and etiquette of an actual servant. With time these standards could only have fallen as they did because the model of a restaurant is incongruent to the thing it tries to imitate.

It is highly likely that the most ancient story on earth, The Epic of Gilgamesh & its many concurrent forms are the descended tales of an evolution of stories passed down from half remembered fan fiction about an ancient Atlantean TV show being told over post apocalyptic campfire Ideas and the network of fiction, philosophy, and knowledge which those ideas can connect to create, are all built on biological foundations. Ideas are tangible and have a living consciousness that is fed by the creation, interaction, and reproduction of the idea itself.

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There is an inherent trauma to learning. Whenever you learn something you are altering your physical being around that subject, taking in permanent features into your subconscious which will imperceptibly mold you to an established aesthetic. This is true for anything you consume When I say trauma, I don’t imply it’s necessarily bad. Lifting weights causes micro tears in your muscles that when healing create hypertrophy and increased strength. That is technically still trauma but it implies growth in a positive way. Of course there can still be negatives

The average hospital is a complete Black Zone of intense aura and dense energy. You can feel it in the air whenever you walk in. The full blast emotional radiation is stained in layers on the walls. This is due to the near HUNDREDS of daily occult rituals performed in hospitals.

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The Vibe Wars What would happen if "vibes" was a concept that everyone accepted as true? Not simply just a placeholder name for emotions, not just some vague hippie yoga concept, but a tangible measurable energy or substance that could be detected and manipulated with precise consistency?

My name is Scorched Earth Policy and I love beautiful women.
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There is a man who has only one purpose in a place where everything is a game. He must lose one billion times. He works 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, and gets paid a moderate wage. He is the Designated Loser. In this simulated arena, he loses so that others can feel like they won The Man Who Loses has gone through a series of emotions when he began. At first enthusiasm. Then irritation. Then weariness. Then despair. Then subdued rage. Then crazed enjoyment. Then emptiness. This spectrum of reactions is a minute fraction left behind early at his job.

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There is a secret subconscious cult that all young women participate in unknowingly. A thirty thousand year old sisterhood shaman priest knowledge passed down from mother to daughter, friend to friend, as memetic timebombs. A Mystery School of condensing and concealing language. Technology has only made this power more apparent. With innate instinct, a young woman, plugged into a digital reality with fluent appendages for the chaotic hyperevolution of communication can string together hundreds of chess moves in a 7 letter text message with emojis.

Do you approach your life with a Cyclopian focus? Laser beam face melting lung exploding winddrift velocity heralds you now. Today is Monday. Today is a good day. Today is the day you purchase a hammer from a local hardware store. Open your mind for the next 5 minutes, it's time: First, I want you to think about a specific time in 1993, some of you remember it well as adults, some of you remember blurry DMT style past life reincarnation memories as toddlers, some of you remember dualistic hivemind memories of being your dad's cum and your mom's egg.

Just think, if Napoleon would have won, we would be living in a Francosphere. While having to contend with their ridiculous language, we in turn would be in enmeshed in a pastry dough induced permanent coma of opulence and gold trims, juxtaposed against Jules Vernian cyberpunk.





I want you to picture a future where you velcro on an imitation French soldier's uniform and Napoleon cap as you board some phallus ivory supertrain that takes you across a skyline, holding billions packed like sardines in concrete hologram bunkers that look like Versailles.

A lot of people that I made up have been asking me "Scorch, how do I get girls to like me?" Women have been historically and eternally an enigma to the male mind. Infinitely complicated, yet deceptively simple. Today I will reveal many secrets about what women really want:





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Scientists and journalists have traded the time tested tale of reality being God's creation for a more Scientism friendly lore: the universe and all within it is a computer simulation.

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