Someone made this. I don't just mean someone stood in front of a camera. I mean that someone operated those cameras. Someone set up the stage. Someone carefully positioned microphones. Someone hung the lights. And someone cut it all together, then watched what they had, and said... "Yeah. This." And then went home feeling satisfied and accomplished. Why were they all so delusional? Consequence of technology. The entire twentieth century was shaped by the fact that its major communication tech was one-to-many. Transmit, but no receive. This allowed a small number of wealthy people to manipulate masses by creating an illusion of consensus, yes.... But it also isolated everyone on the "transmit" end of the process from feedback. How could it be otherwise? Television has no "receive". So all the television personalities, all the talking heads, all the Jon Stewarts of the world, existed in a sort of bubble where the only feedback they ever witnessed came from, or through, their compatriots. Here we see the end result of that process — a man entirely out of touch with the world he speaks to as his one and only profession. A man who imagines his opinions and feelings to be so important that he will record a tantrum vaguely set to music, with no other message than "Jon Stewart is upset", and expect to be taken seriously. Jon Stewart has most likely gone through his life entirely unaware of how his career, his opinions, and even his very personality are all direct and deterministic consequences of how the technology of a cathode ray tube and a broadcast signal work. Jon Stewart thinks the opinions of Jon Stewart matter, because people listen to him. He is unaware that he is simply a man who was selected to occupy a chair in front of a camera, and read lines written for him, or least approved, by the men who own the one-to-many infrastructure. Jon Stewart, in other words, was a corporate product, designed, packaged, and sold by an enterprise, to serve its financial and political goals. So how could he possibly be expected to have an accurate view of the world when he does not even understand the forces that have shaped his own life? The winds of cultural consensus have shifted, and a hominid Jon Stewart stands, semi-upright, on the savanna, waving a zebra-femur club at the sky, and cursing the gods for blowing his grass hut away. He is angry that his clique's fame, fortune and influence is being taken away, because he does not understand that these things were never truly theirs. They were merely lent, by others, because it served their purposes to do so.