This is our position now. We know that the end of history was a lie. We creep quietly in the slowness, dimly aware of the screaming men call silence. The news gets louder: Fukushima, riots, cover-ups, Algeria. The only solution is more of the same; more of that which has failed. The commentariat gasps from its horror vacui, compelled to fill the deadly silences with hollow reformist chatter. Something is surfacing. This is our position now.