If the question must be asked: “Did the father or child paint that?” then the value of modern abstract art is revealed. It can be of no surprise that while pluralism and moral relativity are heralded as virtues a society is unable to think soberly in other matters. In a pluralistic society everything is tolerated in the spirit of democratic benevolence, to a fault. Deriding ostentation, flimflam and trickery is considered in such a society to be an exercise in fascism, as the pampered masses are unable to endure the most fleeting criticism and hide behind their gilded aegis of relativity, shouting proudly to the sky that only the individual can judge the true nature of reality. So it is with abstract modern art, the most telling example of modern mental dysfunction; the people accept random patterns that a child could splatter as art, as they believe that nothing can be true, that no standards are to be applied to their behaviors, else we intrude upon cosmopolitan pretensions and offend their shallow liberal affectations. The human race is no more aware of the case in the 21^st century than in the days of bloodletting, substituting a subservient worship of sky gods with a subservient worship of a celebrity obsessed with exploiting the sheep-eyed parish for material gain. Marla Omstead is not a prodigy, but a prostitute pimped ruthlessly by a cynical and cold world, a casualty of a civilization that has rejected reason so that it might rest in a world of superficial realities, willfully ignorant to the rotting foundation underfoot.