He actually has a number of weird idiosyncratic tendencies, and the consistency and randomness of getting something pre-made means no one can spit in your food.

Also, he’s old enough that McDonalds used to be good during his impressionable years. Maybe the “Donald” part helped, but it’s a bigger mental issue than just the name.

I love so much that there are real, hilarious consequences for overzealous early adoption. You can’t make this shit up.

This is actually fairly normal through human history. Oasies dry up, mines run out, rivers change, easily fortified locations prove later impractical, trade routes move due to conflict or geography. When it happens within your lifetime, it triggers the cognitive bias of loss aversion. You feel it personally. When it happens a century or two before, it’s a curiosity.

I’ve spent a lot of time in dying or ghost towns, and no one owes any human settlement the right to exist in perpetuity. If humans vanished tomorrow, who would mourn your or my hometown?

Not hooty owls, it’s a conferencing thing.