Then: a whole New World to trash, seemingly infinite and ripe for indefinite plucking, free ready-made slaves and superior techno to keep it that way.
Now there's nukes, n! opinions amidst the billions clamoring to join US - - fuck - - Emulate US! in the mold of the young Wastrel, Shrub. The same handy lies-to-selves, while those nukes are proliferating, means:
The Old Lies did not age well, have reached expiration date. If we still insist on Dreams of Owning endless piles of expensive crap - we'll need some pretty good New Lies. Soon.
I haven't seen one that can match its cgi trailer. We could.. fess up, face up, of course. Hah.