Imagine if the membership of the SDMB collectively managed to procure an island or something. The U.N recognizes us as an independent country. Would you want to live there?
What would our government look like?
What language would we speak?
What would our flag look like?
Who would we elect (from our membership) as President? Pretend that the mods in this country don’t have absolute dictatorship (however benevolent) like they do here.
I have the sinking feeling that the country’s name would start with “People’s Democratic Republic Of.”
I will personally lobby for the creation of a “Ministry of Tampering in God’s Domain Just for the Sheer Hell of It.”
It will be a land where men (and women) like this will be socially and politically revered, and so sought after sexually that polygamy will be quickly legalized.
But, without the Mods ruling unquestioned with iron fists (Not that there’s anything wrong with that, M’Lords! ::Kowtow::), I fear the country would be split between dozens of feuding factions within a month. However, since many of these factions would be either semi-pacifists liberals or anarcho-libertarians, the country would be peacefully under the control of ruthless warlor—er, “Benevolent fiefdoms” within two months.
I think we would end up sharing the island to create at least two dozens different countries, hopefully coexisting in peace.
Nothing would ever get done in any of these countries due to all the arguments and bitchings.
The main, commonly agreed project would be to establish an internet connection with the rest of the world.
I think we’d speak English as our official language, as we all can speak it, but I think we’d also work on learning others.
I really don’t know how much we’d actually manage to be able to get done, because so much of the population would actually understand the government stuff that was going on- we wouldn’t have the blindly following sheep found in so much of today’s world.
Yeah, there’s a delightful thought: SDMB without Mods. in real life. stuck on a deserted island. With one of my favorite Pinko friends running the place.
Og and a half-dozen other deities would watch over us, and chortle.
Weebl and Bob would be in charge of the Dept. of Agriculture and Cooking.
There would be a Dept. of 1920’s Style Death Rays, with a commision for comparitave death ray technology from other decades.
Volunteers for the post of Secretary of Poo and Bathroom Behavior would abound. The interviews alone would take 6 months.
Qadgop the Mercotan would decline the job of Surgeon General seven times, but after a laying on of raised eyebrows by the entire SDSAB, would accept the post.
Samclem, the Secretary of Homeland Security, would deport me forthwith. Crowds of protesters would be…distracted by the opening of a Starbucks across the street.