Ours is an age of offense, a time of reactionary shock--always received, never given. Ours is an age that has forgone cultural narratives, a time of individualism--wherein personal identities trump the collective spirit. Ours is an age of failing earth, a time of ecological collapse--yet the consumption of global capitalism continues to run amok. But don't fear. You have the correct worldview, the best solutions. It's not your fault these things are happening. It's the president's, the immigrant's, and the Islamicist's. Or perhaps It's the socialist's, the tree hugger's, and the baby killer's. But it's not your fault. Never yours. For the world exists as you see it--in an echo chamber lined with golden pixels. Do I still have your attention? Then join me. Within the covers