Here, in all its lurid glory, is the destruction of the monoculture—and its loathed gatekeeping.

Gatekeeping, for all its faults, provided something unfashionable: quality control. Remove the filter and you don’t get a flowering of genius. You get a know-nothing, famous for knowing nothing, shouting at Piers Morgan—who, to his credit, has made a decent living out of throwing tomatoes at clowns.

This is the democratic dream realised: everyone a broadcaster, no one worth listening to. Who gains from this hey rube?

The inevitable return of the monoculture cannot come soon enough.