If all neo-Nazis and the KKK become singing robins and bright blue jays flashing across this late summer sky, we can quickly synchronize our hearts with a moment of peace before the next new Hate-o-saurus Rex comes lumbering along. Indeed, we’ve entered a new age where BC stands for Batshit Crazy. A world where twisted, craggy political leaders trade wisdom and happiness for fire and fury. Those dystopian dinosaurs are armed with nukes, nihilism, and brains the size of a cyanide pill. As patients in their prehistoric mental institution, we must gather sticks and stones of peaceful intuition to build new homes with higher levels of consciousness.