Fukuyama published the essay "The End of History?" in 1989, the book in 1992.  The Future was released in late November.

Give me back my broken night
My mirrored room, my secret life
It's lonely here
There's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
Over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby
That's an order

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
And stuff it up the hole
In your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St. Paul
I've seen the future, brother
It is murder

I wanted to say it came out before the election, because it would have been part of the background for my beer with Trudeau. The man who threw the party was a Cohen fan, and the album was part of the  soundtrack of social life that I was part of or witnessed for the next few years. There was an of-the-moment perfection that everyone enjoyed, everyone "got". We sang along and laughed. The Future was kitsch. These were also the years when U2 discovered irony. It was all about the end of something, but not history. And it was the beginning of the present where club kids are more cosmopolitan than college professors, even as college professors are becoming club kids. 

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The obvious, and the blindingly obvious.