When Adam Curtis hits, he hits hard. I used to think David Attenborough was the voice of my British conscience, but I’ve found a new demure man to whisper sweet, sweet axioms to send shivers down the spine. Sorry, Davey, but nature is booooooooring compared to the contemptible machinations of mankind’s rulers. Hell, Mr. Curtis is even getting a coveted Man Hero award (note to blog: introduce a Woman Hero category, for Harriet Tubman’s sake!).