These are times of storms and tribulations as we recognise the loss to our grandchildren of the greatest civilisation the world has ever seen. The blood-dimmed tide is indeed loosed while the orcs who'll inherit our ancestors' creations will ask 'what powerful but unrecorded race once dwelt in that annihilated place' as they survey the desolation they created.
But even in the darkest hours an event occurs, trivial, perhaps, in a cosmic context, but which opens up a glimmer of how things could still be. I refer here to the premature and inglorious expulsion of the Williams
Now they've both been sent packing by Aryan striplings, slender talented girls. It may not be much, but we must be glad of anything that relieves the gloom these days.