Social networks are now tribal. People trust what they see their friends and allies trusting. They trust the sources their people trust, mistrust opposing sources, and for some curious reason it all lines up divided into narratives that affirm 'our pride and innocence against their deliberate, shameful, sinister wrong.'

People with a curious and open nature, who venture from their living rooms and cross subcultural lines for edification and experience, are finding this a time of urgent culture-weaving. Their lifeblood is a cross-cultural, free, friendly exchange of ideas, energy, hospitality, knowledge, and opportunity. They're smart, they're connected and popular, deeply concerned, and they have trust currency. And they're going to undermine the monocultural fetishists who hide behind social categories, flags, charged symbols and ideologies to shred the global social fabric. The dead have no Idea what the living are up to. They will figure it out soon, panic, flail recklessly in ways that get good people hurt, tailspin and dive, crash into the earth catastrophically and tragically, and become fertilizer for a civilization being born.

These are momentous times. Words accelerate, they heal and they kill. Treat language as sacred. Especially in comedy, possibly the most sacred art form available to primates. Be hilarious, be fierce, be determined and prolific. Obliterate authoritarian ego-driven conformist hierarchical ideological power trips. Undermine them at every step. Confound the linear, blow up inconsistencies, speak out for people with more to lose, and take endless delight in unleashing the power of truth in love until there is no refuge for hate but confessional and renunciation for cancerous, contagious forms of vicarious power. Use your words. Use my words. Use all words.

In verba, victoria.