Symptoms of not caring, not giving a fuck, and being willing to do anything to put a stop to the wrongness inside...
Drugs stop rebellions. Quite literally, prozac saves the world. This world, at least. With fair certainty, we can guess what will replace "bread and circuses" in the history chapters for this epoch.
Update: which tells us what? That this isn't the way it's meant to be. That decency, justice, peace, happiness, whatever positive trope you like, is part of design, and that this deviation we're all playing in now is recognized as wrong even inside the dumbest of us.
The clean little secret about this place is that most of you are nice when you think it's the end. When you get to your own, remember that, and ask yourselves why.