Inside the dust jacket of the book about Sam Bankman-Fried, there is the organization chart of his businesses. It’s so funny, it’s like an illustration to an article about group IQ distributions. Top ten rows are all Asian names. Then some Anglo names appear with an odd Italian cropping up. And some Hispanics on the very bottom. And, unsurprisingly, a Jewish guy on top of it all.
People get freaked out about IQ but it’s silly because IQ doesn’t guarantee happiness. Mine is clearly much lower than Bankman-Fried’s. Some of the statistics games he played I can’t even comprehend, let alone play. But when I read the letters he exchanged with his girlfriend, God, those poor bastards were pathetic. Bankman-Fried was clinically miserable. Completely incapable of enjoying anything. My life is a fountain of joy compared to those of all these woke geniuses with their IQs, boatloads of money, and “polyamorous child-free socially conscious lifestyles”.
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