History is a graveyard of populist rebellions. The Gracchi brothers to the Taiping Rebellion, the pattern is clear: people get hungry enough, the ruling class stops sleeping easy. The question isn’t if the next uprising comes, it’s whether there’s a Robin Hood before all the sheep become carnivores.

Mark Twain pondered: ‘Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.’ 2025 should make it crystal clear.

Off-topic here, but am I currently living in a manic frenzy-driven novel you’re writing? If so, please backspace to something more reasonable; this particular plot twist keeps unfolding itself, and frankly, it’s straining my sense of reality.

For anyone feeling the weight of this, Claude McKay’s ‘If We Must Die’ comes to mind. A powerful reminder that even when leadership falters, the fight for dignity and purpose doesn’t end. I hope the people we’ve platformed figure out that the rules we’ve played by for so long are defunct.