A verse from a song I wrote a few years ago about other wars seems apposite:

Well now the war was ended, this had to be the peace,
like some fairy story out of Mother Goose.
But now it's more than fifty years, and the fighting's never ceased.
and every time there's been some fine excuse.
But the bottom line was money, and take what you can take,
and the promises and dreams were turned around.
And the fixing turned to botching, and the botching turned to fake -
and now the century we shared, it's winding down.

And the new century is no different in that respect.