Archaic bureaucracy doomed from the outset. Bloated and hedonistic, invincible and inert, a bedridden monolith of uselessness. We lack the fortitude to pull the plug, unable to envision our lives without it. Instead we maintain a two hundred year vigil, praying for a miracle of some kind, not realizing that every day of mourning is also a day of regression. Social evolution is neutralized by antiqued tradition.
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