For Purposes Of Imitation Only.

I do not know what we did without the internet.  Everything happens so fast these days and the internet is a valuable tool for people navigating these rapidly shifting and often turbulent waters.  Following the 2016 election of Donald Trump it seems as though everyone with a keyboard and Twitter became quite instantly experts in Political Science, the Constitution, immigration law you name any abstruse aspect of public policy and John Bull or John QC was an expert and more importantly they were going to tell you all about it.

2020 seemed to come like a flash and all those unemployed experts in political theory quite miraculously transformed, like Wonder Woman looking for jazzy belts at Target, into immunologists, medical doctors and public safety experts and by this time the pattern and tools had already been established, they were going to tell you all fucking about it.

Now I know 2023 came in hot and we were already deep into two fake proxy wars and one quite real proxy war when shit started popping off in the Middle East quite a bit more than usual, China started making more than merely furtive glances in the direction of Taiwan, and North Korea is still fucking there and World War III may be well underway they don't actually call it that until afterwards. 

Well I have been off of the socials for a while, but when I got back on it seems like a bunch of people dug up their old limited edition DVD of Band of Brothers and are now mother-fucking, dyed-in-the-wool, I-couldn't-make-this-up, actual real life Historians.

This all has to be viewed in a frenetic background where children, yes very bright, educated and privileged but children nonetheless, are not only actual climatologists, but seem to embody the scholarship and erudition of a wide albeit opaque spectrum of academics from around the world on a topic where the actual academic and field work stretches back decades.  

It is stunning if one pauses and just tries to take it in.  So much is possible and not just in memes, but in the real life apparently.  It does a lot to bolster one's spirits actually, it encourages one to follow one's dreams, and my dreams are quite modest.  I just want to live in Rickmansworth and become an obscure yet critically respected artist.  The stars are there for others, let them reach.