Dada, the art movement of the early 20th Century, was born out of a negative reaction to the horrors of World War I. While it faded into Surrealism and then obscurity with the outbreak of peace, Dada still exists in a festering state of its hybernating progenitors 'neath rocks, in the sewers of Paris, the moon's backside and other dark places where small enclaves continue to abhor World War I (and II), the Spanish Civil War, Korean, Vietnamese, all Middle Eastern, Eastern European, Central and South American and pointless North American, American wars (not an all-inclusive list).
Dadaism, in a state of dormancy among its underground societal extremists, awaits its cosmic moment for rebirth, which will perhaps be signaled by the awakening of Chicago Cubs, Tiger Woods, American Dream fans, etc., from their ever-eternal, yet fading, unrealistic optimism/hopes for a comeback.
For forty plus years Dada has been singing the mantra, "...give peace a chance." Obviously, it's not working. As a result, I've decided to take a new tack; an opposite tack, as demonstrated by the debut of my new wardrobe illustrated above. While not expecting much of anything to change, as a former student of "the dismal science" I am pinning hopes on my old economics-as-teacher ally and its collapsing global economy, to give *reality* a real boost precisely where the world needs it most.
A contrarian is a person who takes up a position, no matter how unpopular, opposed to that of the majority (such as the anti-war -- yeh, "anti-war," right!) somnambulistic American public. Contrarian styles of argument and disagreement have historically been associated with radicalism and dissent. ***********************All I am saying, is Give War A Chance!