Policrook

From Public Parasite to
Private Prophet — for a Modest Fee.

Welcome to the carnival of corruption, where our beloved public servants are less concerned with upholding democracy and more interested in making rendezvous with their bank accounts.
This is the masquerade ball of political consultancy—where once-celebrated politicians trade in their constituents for corporate cash and scrubbed reputations in the glorious pursuit of greed.
The audacity of this transformation is astounding.
Forget about constituent service; it’s time for your favorite representative to don a new hat that’s worth thousands of dollars—often at the expense of the very people they used to serve.
Let’s dissect the sordid spectacle of the Grand Retreat.
Picture this: surely, a politician leaves the public stage like a magician disappearing in an enigmatic puff of smoke, but the audience doesn’t realize they’ve just been duped.
“Always leave ‘em wanting more,” they say as they pocket their golden parachute.
As a voter, you might still be clinging to the hope that those heartfelt campaign promises were sincere, but newsflash: they weren’t.
When the applause fades, so does their need to give a damn about you.
Fleeing the stage post-election, they’re not searching for meaningful change; instead, they’re dusting off their resumé for a life of luxurious consultancy.
Step into the world of dazzling titles and slick brochures.
"Strategic advisor" has never sounded so cunning.
It’s the politician’s rebirth as a private prophet—selling their past experience like a snake oil salesman while cozying up to the very corporations they used to regulate.
Suddenly, the buzzwords start flying like confetti at a wedding: “synergy” here, “value proposition” there.
The truth?
Their “expertise” is actually the blueprints for a heist, pilfering public resources for private gain.
Don't be surprised; it’s merely the high-stakes chess game they’ve been playing all along.
What they forget in their arrogance, however, is that the pawns are actually the electorate they’ve swindled.
Next comes the pricing that ought to inspire a collective gasp.
“Charge like a bull in a shop,” they say, but it’s a vulture swooping in for a feast.
Ever wonder why former politicians command outrageous fees for “expert advice”?
It’s simple—they leverage their mastery of manipulation to hustle corporations into coughing up cash.
In their minds, the rules of ethics are confined to the dustbin of history; everything is on the table as long as the checks clear.
“Conflicts of interest?” More like opportunities for profit! The irony is staggering, yet a testament to their unwavering entitlement.
How can anyone pretend to fall for this charade?
Meanwhile, as the masses drown in ignorance, the politicians lavish themselves in delusions of grandeur.
They pat themselves on the back for “helping the next generation,” all while cashing checks from corporate titans who were the target of their regulatory muscles.
This is the theater of the absurd at its finest—twisted narratives wrapped in sanctimonious language while they pile up ill-gotten gains.
The notion of accountability?
A faint whisper drowned out by their laughter as they toast to their “success.”

And then, the pièce de résistance—zero accountability.
The ultimate prayer for a politician converted into a “businessman.” When the consequences of their decisions materialize as societal suffering, they simply declare themselves victims of a flawed system.
It's a perverse magic trick: one moment they’re in office swearing to protect the public, and the next, they’re circling the political carcass like hungry wolves, justifying their greed with creative reinterpretations of personal integrity.
As they prepare to repeat this unconscionable cycle, grooming the next generation to follow in their footsteps, more loyal sycophants are bred to perpetuate this cannibalistic culture of exploitation.
They morph into puppet masters, directly impacting the survival of democracy itself.
It’s an insidious relay race of corruption, as the citizens—distracted by political distractions—remain blissfully unaware that they are the unwitting participants in their own economic destroyer.
The lesson for you, the voter, is this: this is not a game.
Today’s “consultant” is tomorrow’s puppet master, and if you don’t learn to spot this masquerade, you’ll continue cheering for your own exploitation.
Politicians may patchwork their loyalty, but recognize that not all judges or police chiefs are corrupt; many play within a system distorted by those who prioritize obedience to the powerful over integrity.
Remember this: they’re flocking to the same feeding trough, and it’s time for you to wise up.
The next time you see a smiling face promising change while cashing in behind the scenes, keep an eye on your wallet—and your democracy.