In these enlightened days of alt-facts, the feather of alt-truth weighs heavy indeed. The scales of justice are wonkier than willy and the gate to the alt-erlife is flung wide and guarded by the ultra-rich. Like the Catholic church of old, the presidents of the not-so-free world offer tantalising glimpses of alt-heaven in exchange for a lifetime of wretched misery.
Why search the shadows for monsters? They’re there, centre-stage, laughing at you…
’tis easier for a camel to click this link: the balance is all