A culture without any rough parts, without any Proud Nails that won't be pounded down, without any Strangeness that people just insist upon because it's Their Culture, That's Why, is not a culture at all.
It's a fucking shopping mall. It's a fucking Airport Neutral Palate Color Scheme. It's the gray paste they feed to people in comas.
It's nothing. Nothing.I don't think it will ever be said any better than that. They don't want culture. They want a can of perfectly packed, perfectly identical taxpaying cogs. Fit in, spin when you're supposed to, don't squeak, don't think. And they are getting it.
Thus does the Republic fade out.
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