Everyone is stomping around looking for giants to slay and the childrens sand castles get trampled as a result! It’s like a psychedelic; this new opiate of the new masses. We can’t get enough of it; it is for the social revolutionary what psylocybin was for the age of hippies — an escape into nothingness. Nassim Taleb calls it the procrustean bed of idealism . If they’d allow us to chop off their legs, these emerging nations then we’d have the perfect bed fitted for them! Kyrie eleison!