History Doesn’t Repeat — It Just Rhymes When It’s Drunk

They say history repeats itself, but that’s lazy thinking. History doesn’t repeat — it stumbles out of the bar at 2 a.m., grabs the wrong Uber, and wakes up wearing someone else’s crown, wondering why the peasants are revolting again. What really happens is that patterns emerge — and if you’re lucky (or paying attention), they’re the good kind.