I think the bitcoin distribution is all wrong...
Haha that's great horkabork, well worth the 30 millies I just sent you.
Damn that's nice. Thank you! I'll probably spend it on something worthwhile and delicious, like some fried chicken.
In short, the best distribution is one which rewards mainly me, and wealth should be distributed right around the timing of my own entry and my mining and investing habits so that I get the maximum possible piece of the pie, for no particular reason other than that I like myself better than anyone else and would really enjoy being rich, even at the detriment of others.
when you assume that all action is selfish, you shouldn't be surprised that particular results follow 'logically'. but it doesn't mean they're correct.
i recently decided to disclose in another discussion that i mined 12000 early bitcoins and have not sold them. (there are various reasons for that that are not germane here.) indeed, i have never bought or sold a bitcoin in the current block chain. but i would vote #1 here given my view of what's best for the technology and, overall, for society. it is not out of a desire to be richer. so if nothing else, i'm a counterexample to your suggestion that the only motivation for alternative block chains is selfishness.
I don't even know if selfishness as the sole motivator was my point, but kudos to you and I am sure that there are several other counterexamples. I actually don't even know if I had a point, except maybe this: I was imagining that it is very hard to grow a new currency and not have it be disproportionately beneficial to some people. Prior to that thought, I was imagining a bucket of Ezell's fried chicken. This craving struck me and I can't shake it, especially realizing that I haven't had fried chicken in ages but I can remember the flavor and texture perfectly. While typing this right now, I accidentally drooled onto my shirt. I think I have a photographic memory, but only in the specific, taunting area of foods that are terrible for me. Also there is a pregnant woman in my house, and I'm fairly certain that pregnant women have an invisible sphere of influence around them which magically removes all nutritional restrictions of nearby non-pregnant people and makes them eat irrationally.
What does chicken have to do with selfishness in economies? I don't know. I was hoping that you would know. There has to be a connection or a lesson in there somewhere. I think I'm going to just have to go get some fried chicken and find out what happens. Then again, maybe my subconscious had that plan all along and that little bastard was sitting there in my brain, subthinking about how to manipulate me into eating fried chicken. He knew he had to provide me with some plausible excuse for me to voluntarily bring upon the damage that I am about to do to my health. I don't know, man. I just don't know.
I'll tell you this much: if Ezell's fried chicken business only sold chicken in exchange for bags of dog poop, I and several hundred other craving-driven chicken-eaters would comb over lawns and parks to collect that crap. This city would be dog-poop free in a day. I, like a drug addict who just figured out how to make meth in his bathtub, would probably start feeding my dogs tons of food to maximize their poop production. As an early adopter of the poop/fried chicken exchange system, having dogs and a supply of dog food before it skyrocketed in price, I could be rich, my friend. Rich, I say! I'd buy all the dogs at the animal shelter before most of the public knew about the dog poop system, and I would fill my basement and garage with stacks of dog food. Also, I would buy guns and some kind of poop-safe. Also one cat, just but mostly to walk along the top of the fence and annoy the dogs.
Once again, even I don't know where I'm going with this or what I really mean. Oh crap I hate it when that happens. Here's another thing to think about: birds. What would you do if you were one? Do you think they have different languages, or just one generally-accepted kind of birdspeak and then a bunch of different regional accents? If it's the latter, I bet that pigeons, translated into English, would sound like they were from Boston.
Anyway, the secret to Ezell's chicken, believe it or not, is that they slather it in mayonnaise rather than use the typical milk, egg, or buttermilk combo. Disgusting to think about, right? But you can't tell in the end product, because all you notice is that it's somehow crispier and better. That's because the mayonnaise, being denser and more viscous, allows for more batter and, even more importantly, irregularly-arranged batter bits to stick to the chicken. That means more surface area, which means fantastic fried chicken, even if you've just substantially increased the amount of saturated fat.