Bored out of my skull on a planet whose future is as certain as the Titanic's, I heard a voice on the street cry out, "The future is known - but not admitted."
When I asked why he made that proclamation: "Because I'm bleeding for vengeance in a mob-ruled macroeconomic paradigm foisted on the unsuspecting and the righteously blind hoping to wrong every right in one final futile finger to the future."
So I sighed, "Reporting on the decline of Rome did not prevent it. Nature hears no appeals."
When I asked why he made that proclamation: "Because I'm bleeding for vengeance in a mob-ruled macroeconomic paradigm foisted on the unsuspecting and the righteously blind hoping to wrong every right in one final futile finger to the future."
So I sighed, "Reporting on the decline of Rome did not prevent it. Nature hears no appeals."
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