Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends.
We’re so glad you could attend; come inside, come inside!
There behind the glass stands a real blade of grass,
Be careful as you pass, move along, move along!
-Emerson, Lake & Palmer
With the vortex of events swirling around us in ’22, I marvel at recent discussions about Mass Formation Psychosis and Cognitive Dissonance in public forums. They are such quaint, Covidian-era notions just six months later. The lies and obfuscations have moved beyond them with warp speed to the point that if you take a vacation, you’ve missed everything. Each moment is more bizarre than the last. That is because the Imaginarium never rests, as it must always always keep your awareness glued to the show. When MonkeyPox failed to excite, we were given BabyFormula-Crisis. When that started wearing thin, we were given School-Shooter Extreme, which must be at least in Season 7 by now. To quote Morpheus, “You think that’s air you’re breathing?” It is hard to keep track.
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