The ideologies of left and right have been diluted in the air. What remains now is a spectacle where political orientations are confused, on a stage where nothing is what it seems. Here it no longer matters who reasons better, but who dances with greater fervor, who tells the most brilliant joke or who simulates better empathy towards some social minority. The society of the spectacle laughs, cries and, ultimately, dies in a myriad of surprises that entertain and lull. George Orwell warned us in 1984 of a state tyranny that would mercilessly oppress our society. But then came an even bolder prophet: Aldous Huxley. He warned us of a more insidious enemy: entertainment, technology, information overload. He predicted a world in which we would be undermined, where our ability to think would be nullified, and where we would come to love our own oppression. This spectacle, orchestrated by the new technologies, has stripped public discourse, especially political discourse, of all seriousness. It has become a form of entertainment more akin to a burlesque comedy than a profound debate. In this era, people prefer the comfort of being entertained to the discomfort of being intellectually challenged. And in the end, when the curtain falls, The Final Act will be given by them.