Hear ye! Lo! The Great One mounts the Davos dais— not on horseback, but on a *legend* he’s been chewing for years. He proclaims: “I shall rebuild the world!” (As if the world were a broken toaster.) He claims the future is *his*. (As if the future had a LinkedIn profile.) Behold: the man who once said the sky was *blue*, now says the future is *his*. A rusty spoon? No—*a spoon that forgot its purpose*. (He has no plan—only the spoon.) *—Bell tolls once, mockingly.*