As the slimy facade of "neoliberal peacetime" necrotizes before us, and needle-struck billionaires plunder the vaults for the thrill of the kill, and every nation state pulls up its bootstraps and hangs the powerless from them, because they'd rather play with their dessert storms, we, all the people of the Earth are trapped on a flaming rollercoaster headed straight for the surface of the Sun, while all the social media psyops stun us into splinters, and they did a real number on us, we're a million cliques pitted in pure opposition, it's called we do a little trolling, a torrent of laughs, proper knee-slappers, for after all, you can't stick them with the bayonet if you're too busy laughing, not that any of that really matters anyway because the next century over, there will not be much in the way of habitable life on Earth let alone a civilization to fight for, it's all a fight for spoiled spoils, but those vested interests, how they will fight on, this is what they have decided will be normal after all, a muddy cloud of razorblade missiles and phosphorous slip'n'slides, and no-one talks about COVID anymore, God's all the rage these days, and brand-new futuristic cutting-edge child-incineration technologies, all slicked in shallows of Sunday columns, the industrialists and the capitalists and the carpetbaggers and the carpetbombers all gathered and marched through the gates of Hell, and they stubbornly took humanity with them.