Everybody knows things are bad. And I don't want to reheat any particular plate of scaremongering hash today. The corporate media has that market cornered. I don’t want to make you my complacent audience. You're already that: look at you. Look at us, glued to our chairs, muscles atrophying into dust. But like Howard Beale, the mad prophet of the airwaves, I’m not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad.