There were no villains in the official telling, only inevitabilities. No choices, only outcomes. No lies, only narratives that worked better than the truth ever had.
It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times, and calling it anything else was considered a civic duty.
Truth still existed, technically, but it had been reclassified as a nuisance--something to be managed, contextualized, and buried beneath statements reminding us not
The public was encouraged to move on, which it did, not out of forgiveness but fatigue.
And so the worst of times persisted, not as an emergency but as infrastructure--quietly funded, carefully messaged, and broadly accepted.
@A1eckss@crowd_supply@sulfuroid on March 15th I emailed and got a reply back that 300 units had been shipped to Mouser for final delivery logistics... crossing every body part i've got