History seems like something in the rearview mirror. Somehow I've missed what's right in front of me. Heroes and villains walk with us now. Oh, I hear the ones telling us that it's all gonna be alright. I hope they're right. I don't believe they are. I feel like a spoiled brat who was moved to first class because he was bothering every other passenger has demanded to fly the plane and now he's headed into the cockpit. Buckle up.