Making sense means less than it used to. “Means” has sort of lost its flavor as well. Semantics have fallen out of favor; a groundswell has swollen away with reason as entirely too much expectation for any one of us to handle. Rationality is a dodo bird, and logic–even simple logic–doesn’t candle-up to the infernal motions of the viscera. We’ve emasculated sense, disowned sensibility, and cowed moderation into a reactionary pose. We’ve hosed off the faint patina on the face of good judgment, exposing the weeping infant beneath.
And how far has all this gotten us? Well, it’s made us rich, a few of us, and stitched the rest in debt, and lied them with a manager.