Policrook

If They’re Fighting Each
Other, They Can't Fight You.

Welcome to the gladiatorial arena of modern politics, where the weapon of choice is division, and the spoils of war are your very rights.
Your opponents?
Not the faceless entities that your integrity could pierce.
No, in this sordid game, they are your neighbors, your friends—each caught up in the relentless churn of identity politics, butchered into factions too busy flinging insults to recognize the real puppeteers pulling their strings.
Let’s dissect this wretched game plan.
Step One: Stir the Pot of Identity Politics.
It’s as simple as adding salt to a wound.
By fueling the fires of identity-based grievances, you create a smokescreen thick enough to confuse even the most devoted watchdog.
Class versus race—deliciously divisive! Gender pitted against economic status?
Entrée of the day! Nothing fosters dysfunction quite like painting a canvas of conflict.
In this twisted landscape, unity becomes an ancient myth, while the true artists remain hidden in the shadows.
Public Relations Gymnastics is where the magic happens—in a spectacle that could earn Olympic gold for its remarkable acrobatics.
Politicians morph into champions overnight, flaunting inflated narratives while the real issues smolder unseen beneath the debris of petulant squabbles.
The media, eager to play ball, cheer them on as they execute their rhetorical cartwheels, anointing them "heroes" while genuine voices tumble into oblivion.
Step Two: Amplify Their Grievances.
Every whimper of discontent is a golden ticket, a chance to transform a mere whisper of complaint into a deafening howl by fanning the flames with media manipulation.
One disgruntled post about a subpar oat milk latte can spiral into a viral hashtag campaign faster than you can refresh your feed.
This is where chaos thrives.
Instead of holding you accountable, voters become keyboard warriors, galvanized by trivial infighting, while you navigate through the wreckage unscathed.
Divide and conquer may as well have Julius Caesar's face emblazoned on it, for this old-school tactic is reaping modern rewards.
With an insidious whisper here and a calculated rumor there, you orchestrate a masterpiece of distrust among competing identity factions.
“Did you hear what they said about you?
They’re planning a coup!” Let the treachery bloom, and watch as the once-unified masses turn on each other like wolves over a carcass, leaving you free to wield power unchecked.
Step Three: Cultivate Mistrust.
Welcome to the garden of political horticulture, where mistrust is your most bountiful crop.
Seed the fertile soil with rumors so ludicrous that they blossom into twisted truths.
A Facebook post becomes a battleground, veiled truths festering while participants forget the real struggle.
Moreover, remember—credibility is subjective; the more ludicrous the assertion, the greater the chances it will root.
Step Four: Identify Petty Leadership Squabbles, because who doesn't love a good catfight?
The biggest egos are placed under your spotlight, gifted platforms to air their grievances like diva performances on the world stage; the crescendo of chaos is music to your ears.
You orchestrate the madness with a wry smile while they squabble over personality rather than policy—an endless parade of finger-pointing distracting from the systemic change that once united them.
Real change?
That’s for dreamers, while you profit from the circus unfolding before you.
Final Step: Stand back and enjoy the show.
Savor the sweet taste of chaos as disparate factions annihilate one another, leaving you perched on a precarious throne constructed from their broken alliances.
The allure of stability grows stronger with every swipe of discontent.
Welcome those desperate for a voice into your realm, redirect their demands into your favor—creating a cacophony that drowns out any sane critique.
In this lawless political wasteland, survival is the only metric; everyone else is collateral damage.
So here’s the crux, dear voter: if they’re clashing like gladiators, they’re no longer your champions; they’re merely pawns you can manipulate at will.
The lesson for you, the voter, is this—politicians will pit you against your neighbor, utilizing sophistication of division to secure their own stranglehold on power.
Open your eyes; they’re crafting a narrative where the honest are maligned and the loyal are rewarded, draining the essence of integrity from your democratic foundations.
Recognize this manipulation; resist the allure of superficial grievances.
The next time you find yourself riled up, take a step back.
Just like that old adage says—if you can’t tell who your real enemy is, the battle is already lost.