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{{a|devil|<youtube>https://youtu.be/JdzHAKPV7dk</youtube>}}We humans tend to name our epochs in hindsight, by reference to the catastrophe that ended them: “antediluvian”; “pre-pubescent”; “pre-historic”; “pre-crisis”.  
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{{image|Bulltards|png|Some [[bulltard]]s speaking [[cryptobabble]], yesterday.}}}}We tend to name our epochs in hindsight, by reference to the catastrophe that ended them: “antediluvian”; “pre-pubescent”; “pre-historic”; “pre-crisis”.  


A wishfully revisionist habit, since the one thing that cannot define a given period is the crisis that will eventually do for it. Especially if the people of that period have no reasonable inkling of what is coming.
A wishfully revisionist habit, since the one thing that cannot define a given period is the crisis that will eventually do for it. Especially if the people of that period have no reasonable inkling of what is coming.
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There is nothing to be done: our {{plainlink|https://www.chathamhouse.org/2017/03/michael-gove-trouble-experts|faith in experts}} is gone. Our [[Blockchain as a service|trust in institutions]] is gone. Our belief in principles is gone. Our hope for the future is gone. No-one understands, or believes, ''anything'' any more.<ref>© Adam Curtis, constantly, between 1995 and 2021.</ref>  
There is nothing to be done: our {{plainlink|https://www.chathamhouse.org/2017/03/michael-gove-trouble-experts|faith in experts}} is gone. Our [[Blockchain as a service|trust in institutions]] is gone. Our belief in principles is gone. Our hope for the future is gone. No-one understands, or believes, ''anything'' any more.<ref>© Adam Curtis, constantly, between 1995 and 2021.</ref>  


All that remains is our unshakeable collective conviction ''in a total lack of conviction''. This is what now to spurs us all on: the magnetic horror of being pulled by morbid fascination towards a certain, yet unknown black doom — towards a door that is yet slightly ajar. We are like freshly-infected plague victims, awaiting the onset of symptoms, and acting out a ''danse macabre'' while there is still time: a desperate, decadent, demented tarantella, because we are ''so fucked we might as well spin the wheel of fortune'' and watch it clatter with whatever is left in our pocket — because — ''well, why not''?  
All that remains is our unshakeable collective conviction ''in a total lack of conviction''. This is what now to spurs us all on: the magnetic horror of being pulled, by the force of sheer, morbid fascination, towards an inarticulate, dark doom — a door to unspeakable guignol that is yet slightly ajar. We are as freshly-infected plague victims, consigned to our fate, acting out a ''danse macabre'' while we await the onset of symptoms: a desperate, decadent, demented tarantella, because we are ''so munted we might as well spin the wheel of fortune'' and watch it clatter with whatever we find in our pockets — because — ''well, why not''? What ''else'' is there to do?


''Why not'' just enjoy the obliterated husk of what’s left of our post-historical project?  
''Why not'' just enjoy the obliterated husk of what’s left of our [[The End of History and the Last Man|post-historical project]]?  


''Why not'' enjoy the fireworks when it goes up in smoke?  
''Why not'' enjoy the fireworks when it goes up in smoke?  


Since, like unharnessed skydivers, we are falling to our certain death, ''why not'' just unclothe and, for the fleeting minutes we still have that are free of the Earth’s surly bonds, just deliriously tumble, free and unchained, optimising our exhilarating final ride?
Since, like unharnessed skydivers, we are falling to our certain death, ''why not'' just unclothe and, for the fleeting minutes we still have that are free of the Earth’s surly bonds, just deliriously ''tumble'', free and unchained, in this way optimising exhilaration on our final ride?


What the hell: buy Shiba-inu. [[NFT|Mint some dopey tweet]] on the [[blockchain]] and sell it for monopoly money. Go wildly long Tesla — ''who cares''? We’re off the cliff and there are only moments left, so what else is there to do?  
What the hell: buy Shiba-inu. [[NFT|Mint some dopey tweet]] on the [[blockchain]] and sell it for [[bitcoin|monopoly money]]. Go wildly long Tesla — ''who cares''? We’re off the cliff and there are only moments left, so what else is there to do?  


This is the ''[[bulltard]]'' era.
All these moments, lost in time. This is the ''[[bulltard]]'' era.


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