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There’s really nothing that need be said in response to this, but still, I am reminded of something from my experience as a fab geek in the just-pre-implosion dot-com era.

No sooner than real intelligence tried to advance solutions to (relatively) easy problems, dinosaurs would come along with shambling edifices of failure which, because of their prior worship, were now to be imposed on us.

I used to try to persuade these people of their errors by telling them that: “We would be much better at shooting ourselves in the foot, if only we worked to improve our aim.”

Nobody got the joke.

Not sure why these lyrics come to mind now, but here they are:

Southampton dock

They disembarked in ‘45
and no one spoke and no one smiled
there were too many spaces in the line
gathered at the cenotaph
all agreed with the hand on heart
to sheath the sacrificial knifes
but now

she stands upon Southampton dock
with her handkerchief
and her summer frock clings
to her wet body in the rain
in quiet desperation knuckles
white upon the slippery reins
she bravely waves the boys goodbye again

and still the dark stain spreads between
his shoulder blades
a mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
and when the fight was over
we spent what they had made
but in the bottom of our hearts
we felt the final cut