If I were an elite I would play my cards close to my vest pocket. That is the sensible thing to do anyhow, regardless of one's situation because all life, whether it is dealing with city inspectors, contractors, in-laws, tenants, buyers, sellers, agents, neighbors or relatives is a poker game. It is all negotiation, cost-benefit analysis (subconscious or otherwise), warfare and deception. It is all cryptic coloration and mimicry and ambush and sneaking out the back door with the silver ingots.
I'm sure some of the "elite" are quite aware of PO. I'm also sure that some, especially the spoon fed descendants of some of them are not.
Regarding the question of the post peak scenario: a totalitarian state versus anarchy, it seems that most of us here are preparing for anarchy. The child of the elite or they who aspire to be among the elite might start networking in the corridors of power, looking to become a part of that fascist state and get their bread buttered by it. If I aspired to be among the elite, I might figure out how to become one of them and make myself useful to them. I would try dilligently to not be perceived as a threat, nor as a useless eater. It will be a gamble, but then again, so is everything else.
If I were an "elite", my strategy would be dependent on the scenario closest at hand. If it looked like telecommuting, rail transport and a "back to the land" movement might keep the lights on, I would push for the powerdown and switch-over. If I felt that we were in overshoot, I'd make sure a couple of skyscrapers got knocked down by Eastasian terrorists so that the good citizens of Oceana might rise up and bring freedom to the Eastasians. When enough of the good patriots came back in pine boxes that the poverty and unemployment problem was lessened, perhaps I might change strategy. All things are fluid. It is a game of constant motion, of skill and of chance. It is like prisoners dilemma combined with musical chairs combined with rock-paper-scissors combined with chess and Texas hold 'em.




