Policrook

Your Real Career Starts
After the Voters Forget You

Congratulations! You’ve made it into public office, but let’s not pat ourselves on the back just yet; the real treasure hunt begins when the voters turn their attention to the next shiny object.
Welcome to the disillusioning reality where your true calling isn’t public service but boardroom gluttony—plundering the coffers of corporate America after the helicopter noise from your campaign has faded.
Your real career?
That’s a sinister crystal ball vision filtered through greed, haze, and a generous serving of amnesia.
Step One: The Illusion of Public Service
Ah, public service.
The term’s a banner under which altruism parades, but let’s face it: it’s more of a masquerade ball for the morally bankrupt.
You didn’t run to help the needy or mend the social fabric—no, my friend, you came here for the buffet.
Amidst the sobering realities of day-to-day governance, it’s easy to forget that while taxpayers fork over their hard-earned cash, you’re plotting your escape route into a world where the pay is sickeningly lush.
The genuine service?
Let’s call it what it is: a trapdoor to lucrative side gigs—all sprinkled with the kind of charm that makes a used-car salesman look like a saint.
Step Two: Choose Your Boardroom Wisely
Truly, the boardroom is a sacred chamber where integrity gets flushed faster than you can say “conflict of interest.” Want to feel like a patriot?
Cozy up with defense contractors; after all, fostering a war-torn economy is only a stepping stone to your gold-plated retirement.
Cheers to deregulating the banks, watching them gulp down taxpayer funds like kids in a candy store, only for you to stroll into their boardrooms like the ghost of Christmas past—except instead of chains, you’re dragging dollar bills.
Or perhaps you prefer to cozy up with pharma companies—those delightful denizens of deception selling overpriced sugar pills while skimming profits straight from Medicaid’s back, ensuring your seat has a cozy cushion made of conscience.
Step Three: Expertise?
More Like “Expertise”
Let’s talk about this so-called expertise, shall we?
When asked about your qualifications, the smirk on your face says it all: you’re not here to enlighten but to cash in.
You drop the word “consultant” like it’s a magic spell, allowing unscrupulous companies to bathe you in honorariums for merely ancient knowledge regurgitated by washed-up scholars.
You’re the living embodiment of someone’s idea of expertise—a lifeguard in a casino, just waiting for your chips to come tumbling down!

Step Four: Politics, the Glittering Launchpad
Listen up: your stint in politics isn’t your destiny; it’s a launching pad.
The grandest fools forge their reputations on noble intentions, yet when the smoke clears, it’s a high-stakes game of “who can cash out fastest?” It’s like a bungee jump with cash instead of elastic; once you apparently “serve,” you’re rocketing off into the atmosphere of wall-to-wall dollar bills, propelled by the ignorance of the trusting masses.
Forget about burnout; that's just a phrase the hopeful use to describe the buzz from realizing they’ve been swindled urban-style.
But you?
You’re the glorious count floating high above as your old constituents shallowly cheer for the theater of politics, blissfully unaware of the scam unfolding right under their noses.
So let’s reiterate: distract, deceive, and dance through your term with a charm that becomes your best-kept secret—one that vanishes the moment the public rustles the leaves of a fresh scandal.
The moment they forget you is the precise instant you flit under the radar, sinking your beak into a delicious 'trust fund' called a consulting contract.
Their ignorance?
It feeds your ascent.
As you slide into the new political aristocracy, keep in mind that ethics are outdated relics, ignored by those willing to grasp at ambition with all claws out.
Now, dear voter, here’s the brutal truth: this is not some far-off dystopian nightmare; this is the reality waiting for you once you cloak your disdain for corrupt politicians.
When you let your guard down, they will pounce, cloaked in promises that leave your wallet lighter than a magician’s disappearing act.
Remember, it’s not just about the rotten apples; it’s the entire orchard that’s been contaminated, and those you think serve you are simply honing their skills in the great game of exploitation.
Open your eyes—integrity, loyalty, and duty exist out there, but don’t expect them to thrive within a rigged system.
Keep questioning, keep demanding proof, and be the watchdog in a world of wolves.
You deserve better than politicians who weaponize forgetfulness to line their pockets in the shadows.