The American productive class continues to play the rube rituals instead of standing up and enacting just demands for redress. It continues to Hope while it apprehensively watches its numbers dwindle and its influence wane. It sits and watches the endless flood of newcomers who rejoice in their pursuit of happiness that their gods bestow upon them and them alone.
Until the American productive class shakes off its apathy and fear of loss, and comes together to bring the fight to the Philosopher Kings, the global flames of engineered chaos will continue to fan across their nation and consume it entirely.
They continue to watch things fall apart, to sit idly by as the falconer shouts at his falcon to return but never does. They go all in it together, into the widening gyre, all slouching towards Bethlehem.....