Policrook

You Don't Need Police If
You Have Billboards.

The insidious spectacle of political advertising unfolds in a dizzying whirl, a modern carnival of vapid consumerism masquerading as democracy.
Imagine a landscape besieged by a relentless assault of billboards, bright and gaudy, drowning out any semblance of truth or accountability.
It's a tactical coup d'état executed not with force, but with a barrage of colorful distractions that transform citizens into little more than walking wallets.
Take a breath: this is not just a comedic farce; it's a systematic strategy honed to manipulate the masses.
Politicians, those wily puppeteers of power, don’t need law enforcement to uphold order; they wield an arsenal of neon lights that distract from real issues, their grasp on authority tightly secured by the appeal of consumerism.
“Why lift a finger when you can just blast them with billboards?” they chuckle behind closed doors.
Every vacant lot becomes a canvas, every street corner a stage to extol non-existent solutions wrapped in flashy slogans.
This isn’t just advertising — it's an intoxicating visual drug, a form of anesthesia that lulls the public’s critical thinking into in oblivion.
Your public spaces morph into billboards for a hollow reality, feeding the illusion that what matters is not progress, but consumption.
Welcome to the world where silence is a luxury, and silence is for losers.
The incessant bombardment of noise does not simply drown out dissent; it obliterates the very fabric of meaningful discourse.
Those amplifying vacuous promises and garish color schemes aren’t just advertising; they’re choreographing a dance of collective ignorance.
In this chaotic symphony, truth becomes a fleeting whisper drowned beneath the cacophony of jingles and slogans.
One might say they become the songs of sirens, leading voters into oblivion, rendering them passive in the face of insidious manipulation.
As the colorful ads cling to the public consciousness like gum on a shoe, voices that encourage critical thought are suffocated, shrunken down to bite-sized slogans.
The aim?
To keep the masses scrolling and admiring, caught in a perpetual loop of consumption.
Only in this stupor can the political charlatans thrive, fabricating an illusion of progress while reaping the rewards of their witless puppetry.
The ephemeral feast at the banquet of “buy now, pay later” feeds a hunger for hollow promises, each catchy phrase creating a cognitive haze.
And here's where it gets deliciously ironic: the creators of this blissful facade thrive while those suffering the pangs of despair are blissfully unaware they’ve become the fodder of misery.
Politicians thrive on this tragic irony, offering distractions as antidotes, claiming they elevate the spirit while systematically bleeding wallets dry.
“Character-building,” they call it, as newer distractions arise with every paycheck lost.
This exploitation comes wrapped in slogans of “freedom” and “democracy,” each campaign mural a tribute to the great illusionists at work, diverting attention from their grand swindles.
As the curtain falls on this gory spectacle, let’s not forget the conclusion: your role, dear voter, is to remain vigilant.
The danger lies not in the institutions of democracy but in those who twist and manipulate them for personal gain.
The lesson for you, the voter, is this: the chasm between the politicians and their hungry ads widens every day.
If you don’t learn to spot this precarious con, you’ll find yourself applauding your own exploitation — and worse, you may just become part of the backdrop in their distorted reality, forever caught in a visual cacophony of consumerism, begging for truth among the advertisements that claim to liberate you.
Remember: Obeisance isn’t choice; it’s a ploy.
Stay sharp, stay skeptical, and don’t let them sell you back your own oblivion.