Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

W. B. Yeats

Twenty years separate the two images but one could be forgiven for thinking that nothing had changed in the intervening time. Whilst the West has torn itself apart with what pronoun/ toilet to use, those who know exactly which gender they are, divide up their “spoils.” Whilst the West has tortured itself over its History, those with worse records divide up the map. Those who have no children, or backbone, are told by children, that their cars must go and their boilers must be replaced.