Policrook

When the Crowds Chant Your
Name, They Forget Your Crimes.

In the realm of political machinations, there exists a dazzling con: the Creation of a Religion of Personality.
Here, we find our would-be demigods—politicians expertly crafting their cults of followers, transforming political rallies into revivals, and turning constituents into adoring acolytes.
Think you're voting for a representation of hope?
In reality, you’re signing up for a charismatic parade of self-worship, where the sinner on stage flourishes while your trust evaporates into the haze of empty promises.
Picture this: you trot out to the local sports arena, decked in your finest borrowed attire and flanked by a troupe of sycophants, and the crowd erupts in fervor.
What’s not to love about a politician who doubles as a rock star?
Cue the fog machines, the band, and the preteens dressed as angels, scattering fairy dust on your manifesto of self-interest.
As the crowds cheer and chant your name, they conveniently forget that you’ve dished out more kickbacks than actual legislation.
Your revival only lasts as long as their momentary amnesia.
"Look at me, look at me!" the politician cries, unaware that every cheer just drowns out cries for justice.
Next, we turn to the magic of Public Service Announcements, a beloved tactic in your toolbox of self-inflicted reverence.
These propaganda gems are like sugary snacks for the hungry voter—here’s your politician, grinning through a hollow message about “civil responsibility,” all while pocketing cash from the very industries they claim to regulate.
“Look at me, cleaning up the streets—oh, and by the way, have I mentioned how great I am?” The incessant self-promotion blinks over big screens and in the morning news, numbing voters’ recollections of scandals with a neon glow of self-congratulations.
In this world, integrity is a distant memory, like your last attempt at a meaningful conversation.
And what’s a religion without emotional tributes?
Here, we witness the rise of an unexpected savior—a performer stepping into the spotlight at schools and community centers, where heartfelt platitudes mask the reality of their political sins.
From classrooms adorned with murals of their grinning face to funerals adorned with speeches proclaiming their heroic efforts, the sainted politician ensures that “standing on the shoulders of giants” means climbing atop their own ego.
Who doesn’t love a good self-tribute at a time of grief?
No one tells the children that their idol is the architect of their disillusionment.
Now, let’s delve into the heart of the manipulation: framing leadership as a divine calling instead of mere governance.
“It was foretold!” they’ll declare dramatically, enraptured by their newfound mythology.
Opponents transform into heretics, as the masses rally around the chosen one, guided away from truth like blind sheep.
Voters, seduced by the promise of stability, cling to faux reforms as if they were manna from heaven, all while their wallets gradually lighten.
Just like a magician’s trick, the chaos masquerading as progress captivates the crowd; “Look away from the man behind the curtain, folks!”

This manipulated fervor thrives on humanity’s innate desire to believe in something greater than themselves—a cause, a flag, or a chant that drowns out any hint of reason.
“Make America Hallucinatory Again!” becomes the rallying cry, reducing complex issues to catchy slogans while keeping critical thinking shackled behind an emotional gauntlet.
Loyalty to a personality transcends logical scrutiny, turning informed citizens into unpaid cheerleaders for mediocrity.
So, dear voter, take heed: the spectacle you witness is a masterclass in your own subjugation, cloaked in the glimmer of charisma.
The laughter you hear isn’t celebration; it’s the sound of a politician building a dynasty atop the graves of integrity, accountability, and reason.
If you remain blind to the reality of this manipulation, you may soon find yourself worshiping at the altar of convenience, lulled by slogans that promise the moon while delivering little more than persistent disappointment.
Remember: while not all politicians are crooks, the system loves a loyal follower far more than an honest public servant.
Wake up! The show is on, the masks are being worn, and you might just find yourself among the throngs, chanting for your very own crucified ideals.