The Emperor has no clothes.
Sycophants praise his choices. The lush fabric. The elegant, fashionable tailoring. The beautiful stitching.
Yet the Emperor has no clothes.
Unfortunately, even his critics no longer acknowledge this fact. They criticize his clothes. They question his taste in garments. They reject the gaudy colors. They ridicule the bad workmanship.
But none have the courage to tell the world the truth: This Emperor is naked.
And thus it came that the lessons of history are once again forgotten, and all its mistakes are yet again set to be repeated.