I think the middle person is living on the military grade hopium where there’s bound to be a revolution that solves everything, it’s just around the corner too. So why bother trying to get small wins or even slow down the worsening conditions. Revolution will fix everything.

Any day now…

There’s a chapter in uncle Bob’s book Clean Code about how everybody dreams of a grand redesign in the sky, but that it never really works out in the end.

I’m sure the same would apply to laws of society.

Quoting Uncle Bob in this context isn’t the best idea though