The associated revelry of "bloggetry," a sophist's orgy.

The honest expression of a genuine skull-aching perplexity, with admission of "I don't know," instead, replaced with empty oracular glittering prose, and other pretty distractions.

What is needed and will inevitably happen, is that this real world beyond their minds, encrusted with ennui, bored, jaded, and tired, will finally collide with reality.

With a swiftness that will have the "CGI-diots" muddying the waters, video game fun-folk , reeling with vertigo , stricken and stunned (and many for the very first time), saying:

"O, M' God! This is real--real as a cosmic freight train that is loaded with much of our future choices and possibility.'

"CGI-diot" counterfeit players (until that day comes) can do penance now by using their skill and expertise, assembling instrumented video pods with pairs of time-correlated high-definition camcorders, into flap areas where real aircraft are being ordered to intercept real unknown objects, and real recon pods are recording this --- kept from public view by what is still a largely a policy of turning on its head from the ethos of Jeffersonian government foundations (to maintain and manipulate an uninformed electorate).