Add another quote, maybe, to the lexicon of our self-confusion: "We have met the enemy, and we went through the looking-glass anyway."
This explains an awful lot, to my own satisfaction, from a run-on Trump to runaway tire-fires. We humans are our own best friends and our own worst enemies.
There's a whole growth industry now in trying to explain away human mishaps and miseries, from unexpected dumpster fires with elaborate comb-overs, to the hiring of newly-minted experts who can explain to us, on teevee, why it is that we are being bombarded by flaming drone-shrapnel wreckage and bowling balls -- or are about to be.
On Monday, an aerial Gold Rush began. A stampede of more than 3,300 civilians had signed up to take the first-ever FAA licensing test to become licensed, for-hire drone pilots. In a year, one report noted, we may have more drone pilots than the 171,000 private pilots now on the books.
There's money in them thar skies, especially as the notion of our sense of entitled convenience increases in parallel with our overbooked waking hours and/or sheer laziness.