Policrook

Let Them Eat Stock Prices.

Welcome to the grand spectacle of modern governance, where politicians serve a sumptuous platter of inflated stock prices alongside a hearty portion of wage stagnation.
This is the cruel con game: while the stock market shimmies and sways like a showgirl in a low-budget casino, the real working class finds its pockets picked while their bills pile up like confetti from a failed celebration.
The shell game is convoluted, the profits grandiose, and the disillusionment calculated.
The key to this particular sleight of hand is simple: distract the masses with dazzling market figures.
If the Dow Jones is soaring, who cares if the minimum wage remains shackled to the past?
While politicians offer fine wine and flattery to Wall Street cronyism, your average citizen grapples with the harsh truth of what’s cooking on their dinner tables: crumbs.
They may be privy to statistics that showcase unprecedented market growth, but as they peer into their fridges, they find only expired yogurt staring back at them.
A savvy politician knows that terminology is critical in this manipulation.
Toss around phrases like “bull market” and “economic prosperity” with the finesse of a snake oil salesman hitting a crescendo.
The public must be reminded, time and again, that prosperity is an illusion conjured up by clever wordplay.
The missing link—the stagnation of wages and increases in debt?
Keep that on the chopping block, far from view.
Politicians don’t serve reality checks; they pass the exquisite hors d'oeuvres of fabricated success.
And when journalists dig deeper—dangerous reporters full of annoying questions—meet them with a jest.
Why discuss job insecurity when you can joke about unicycles?
Bat away the hard truths like a fly buzzing around a perfectly curated dinner party and sprinkle in platitudes about community and unity.
It’s the gleaming veneer that disguises the cracks; after all, appearances are everything in a world built on illusions.
When they squawk about real economic pain, remind them instead about “creative disruption.” In this topsy-turvy world, destroying jobs becomes a means of fostering innovation, and the hit to livelihoods is mere collateral damage in your quest for prosperity.
At the heart of this manipulation lies a twisted dependence.
Politicians deftly ensure the populace relies on them for crumbs of future promises while dismantling opportunities to achieve them.
It’s an elegant ballet of betrayal, where followers become faithful worshipers of misguided loyalty, their hopes feasted upon.
Through elaborate assurances of revitalization and job creation, they keep citizens hungry, waiting for the pie that never quite makes it to the table.
And let’s not overlook the power of fear; as they contemplate your betrayal, dangle the specter of catastrophe.
A foreign enemy, a natural disaster—keep the public on edge, systematically reminding them that straying from your glowing path could lead to unspeakable horrors.
The opposition voice?
Oh, just another clown trying to juggle reality in a circus of your making.
Fear becomes a powerful tool, seasoning your promises of prosperity with just enough dread to maintain control.
So, here’s the bitter truth that your elected leaders expertly propagate: they will fill their pockets while you stare longingly at the flickering stock prices on your screens, misled into believing that wealth has a trickle-down effect.
Enjoy your stale bread while they toast with champagne to their empty successes.
The magic trick is cruel; fortunes are made on the backs of the weary, as they’re conditioned to see prosperity without ever tasting it.
The lesson for you, the voter, is this: these politicians are already orchestrating a grand deception, relying on your ignorance to feast on ambition unanchored from reality.
While the white-collar elites swim in luxury, know that they’re working tirelessly to replace integrity with loyalty, leaving you grasping at straws when the next economic downturn hits and the mirage vanishes.
Recognizing this tactic is your best defense; resist the allure of charts and graphs that dance in front of you, and demand the truth behind the numbers—that’s where the rotten core lies.