Unmentioned but likely related: the northern CA / SF surf culture, an adjacent group at least, has a huge contingent of shitty salty man-children intent on replaying their mediocre high school experiences of in crowd / out crowd nonsense and petty localism.
(There’s plenty of great folks too of course. But the sheer volume of garbage is surprising).
There are countably many finite strings of a fixed, finite collection of symbols. That’s the point the author is making — it becomes more intuitively obvious that there might be trouble “choosing” when you design the set you’d like to choose from to consist solely of the “nameless” reals.
His wild and delightful caricatures are often so absurd it’s comical to imagine someone reviewing each under a microscope seeking evidence of exaggeration or falsehood… that’s sort of the point!
1. I have no right to a job. I should earn one myself, or make my own thing. Pull myself up by my bootstraps. Etc.
2. Business owners and landlords are the ruling class. They have an obligation to support us in the form of jobs or housing. Etc.