Progressive is when the wise and trustworthy die out. Those who remain are increasingly insane. Some form of mental illness afflicts us all. Re-combinations of pathological gaslighting become infinite. They say "democracy" but there is no democracy. The one thing which makes sure things don't matter is the one true thing which prevails. There is still a plethora of trembling, white sails gleaming, old-fashion-like, in the sun. The universal still prevails. Cause/effect still earns the wretch's respect, though vaguely. Watered-down the true meaning of the crown. There are too many predicates. Speak to me. You can't. Pets and insects have won. There is only this rant.
