I read this as suggesting that we would fail to convince the creationist to cooperate. So we would weep for all the people that would die due to their defection.
I read it as saying that if the creationist could have been convinced of evolution, then 3 billion rather than 2 billion could have been saved; after the door shuts, MBlume then follows the policy of "both cooperate if we still disagree" that he and the creationist both signaled they were genuinely capable of.
(But it is not at all clear from what he wrote.)
I have to agree— MBlume, you should have written this post so that someone reading it on its own doesn't get a false impression. It makes sense within the debate, and especially in context of your previous post, but is very ambiguous if it's the first thing one reads.
There's perhaps one more source of ambiguity: the distinction between
If all goes well, I'd like to post on this myself soon.
I spoke yesterday of the epistemic prisoner's dilemma, and JGWeissman wrote:
To which I said:
And lo, JGWeissman saved me a lot of writing when he replied thus:
I make one small modification. You and your creationist friend are actually not that concerned about money, being distracted by the massive meteor about to strike the earth from an unknown direction. Fortunately, Omega is promising to protect limited portions of the globe, based on your decisions (I think you've all seen enough PDs that I can leave the numbers as an excercise).
It is this then which I call the true epistemic prisoner's dilemma. If I tell you a story about two doctors, even if I tell you to put yourself in the shoes of one, and not the other, it is easy for you to take yourself outside them, see the symmetry and say "the doctors should cooperate". I hope I have now broken some of that emotional symmetry.
As Omega lead the creationist to the other room, you would (I know I certainly would) make a convulsive effort to convince him of the truth of evolution. Despite every pointless, futile argument you've ever had in an IRC room or a YouTube thread, you would struggle desperately, calling out every half-remembered fragment of Dawkins or Sagan you could muster, in hope that just before the door shut, the creationist would hold it open and say "You're right, I was wrong. You defect, I'll cooperate -- let's save the world together."
But of course, you would fail. And the door would shut, and you would grit your teeth, and curse 2000 years of screamingly bad epistemic hygiene, and weep bitterly for the people who might die in a few hours because of your counterpart's ignorance. And then -- I hope -- you would cooperate.