Here we have the madman, standing at the podium. He screams threats and obscenities, and the meager audience cheers. They wear red hats and stamp their feet and gesture to the wind, taunting the spirits and daring them to change the course of time, to change the course of history, which never, ever ends.
The madman is strutting. He's grinning at his prize. In perhaps a year, the world will change - the colors will all dim.