Well, the only way, it seems, to have even a chance of sorting all the fucking mess out, is to have one person, whose word is Sovereign and quells all dissent. One person that can rule every aspect of your life, with a will that is unopposed, incontrovertable, but also fully accepting of the consequences of any decisions.
Thing is, the only person I would trust to have that kind of power over my life, is me. So either the World must submit itself to my will, or, . . . . . . . . . . . . My will must rethink it's jurisdiction and adjust it's expectations of other jurisdictions accordingly. Once a proportionate set of parameters regarding ones personal power is in place, then the old, flawed models can be ignored. Not torn down, or vilified, just ignored. You can't disempower such structures by pouring energy into them. They just get stronger. Machine broken? then leave it in the side of the road. You can't fix it. There's a reason it no longer works. Not one that I need to know particularly, but a reason, nonetheless. If there wasn't, it would still be working.
So I say leave the fucker out there in the snow to die. I never consented to being a cog in any fucked up clanking, mechanical doom machine anyway.