Prices are skyrocketing. Wages are still stagnant. Private industry is more fixated on how to get a Hologram of Tupac to rap for an infinite number of Super Bowls than what to do with a contracting frontier of exploitable natural resources. The public sector is a big forum where we debate the nature of the next genocide.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.