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Aside from being a damning indictment of the kind of arguments this author finds himself getting into, it makes an interesting position from which to play devil's advocate. And once you've seen it, you really can't stop thinking of Batman in those terms.

So. You have an obscenely privileged white man with functionally unlimited funds and a bad case of repressed homosexuality. Scion of a vastly influential family, known for their philanthropic efforts. His parents are killed, and he devotes his life to fighting crime. Does he pour millions into reforming Gotham's police? Invest in programs for redevelopment and social mobility to remove some of the biggest causes of crime? Does he pay to feed, shelter and clothe the homeless? Does he fuck. He…

Goddamn, you people ask a lot of questions. If I'm learning anything from this experience, it's never to bet against the curiosity of noders. As always, /msg Montag with your questions.

Hazelnut asks, "Right. Third question. What's the highest thing I can jump off wearing powerbocks and not end up with my shins poking through my shoulders? Round your answer to the nearest 20 cm."

It depends. You're essentially…

When I was little, I used to imagine they made rain in factories. Gigantic complexes high up in the clouds, filled with dour men in drab coats, measuring out the shape of raindrops with calipers. On dreich days I liked to think of those men, taking a craftsman's pride in their raindrops rounded just so; all part of some huge, impersonal government concern that set quotas. This percentage of the days of summer must be overcast, this many picnics must be ruined per annum, all calculated exactly. I…