Coke-spray inducing sentences like this: What is well past a joke is the need for creative market-based solutions to the problems of the farther left.

This is a kind of reverse futurism: 'How Sputnik changed your life'.

As always with Ken, the essay swerves all over the epistemological map; pushing memes before it into a gigantic, tangled heap that somehow looks like a patchwork temple to Athena when he gets to the last sentence. (How does he do that?)