Hope Springs Eternal

Everything is actually fine. Nothing to worry about here, folks, because we've got it all under control. Sure, does it feel like a big glowing orb is enveloping everything into galactic goo, and the few remaining positions of power are seemingly entirely filled by fat pedophiles incapable of servicing anything other than our overlords of capital, and has your dick stopped getting hard in the morning, replaced instead with joint pain and a waking dread for what the fuck could possibly happen today, how, how did they find a way to make it even worse? Sure, sure, hey... no one's saying all of that isn't true, and certainly no one is suggesting we do anything about it. But, but the sun is shining on this February day, and I'll probably go sit outside and drink a beer and complain to my girlfriend until she's begging me, literally begging me, to shut the fuck up.