Unwashed masses lay waste to the streets, while the elite in their Ivory towers drink and celebrate. At last the day has come, anarchy reigns. Enough social engineers have pulled enough emotional levers so that now the fabric has come undone. Hoards howl like barbarians at the gate as the intellectuals wait behind high walls in their gilded cages. At some point the believe the rabble will fall in line, then they will take over and redesign things as they should be. In their disillusionment the rich and powerful wait. Holding on to their ideals of social purity, all the while Rome burns. What they did not count on is that when the dust settles, who will be left to buy with their silver and gold. Who will be there to do their bidding. The ones who are destroying the fabric of what was are also killing those who built all that has been. So when the final fire is out and the last howl is heard and the rich elite emerge from their high points of view, who then will be left to carry out their plans?