Dear DUmmies--you really don't want to know how many moles I have over there. Trust me, you don't. It would take out any hope of your creation of a socialist Cheeto-eating, basement-dwelling paradise and just crush it. While I might enjoy that for a while, it's far greater entertainment to see you have hope, to prolong your misery, to create an entire Internet antfarm of batshit crazy, just to see where it leads.
Yup, you are the evolutionary equivalent of Sea Monkeys. Mildly amusing, but basically worthless.