Im rhyming for prose; its for my street cred: The Sanhedrin knows that Jesus is dead. Its Christmas thats fake, so dont spare the rod; thats how the ravs beat both Caesar and God. In the language art of the formal versifier, not unlike Bakunins foreknowledge, the antithesis of hindsight, social science prescience appears cheek by jowl with Hegels owl in the belles-lettres of Seventy-Six Endeavors Unillustrated and The Unhappy Science: Understanding The Anglo-Zionist Deep State.