Zonking Ziggu Rats

When controlfreakish big-heads, drugged up on some new System Creed, lack humility to confess their own small knowledge, wee cosmic stature, mistakes, frailty or doubt, ranting on about how a device, method, convention, prediction, currency, stock, military force, government, gene, fuel, empire or city or ship (Titanic) is fool-proof, eternal, immutable, invincible like a Pharaoh's eyeball or Babylonian ziggurat or Roman road, I sit paring my claws, tittering, snorting & cackling through snarls of derision, more convicted I can knap flint with gnomes on Neptune rather than believe them.