Policrook

When You Control the
Counters, You Don't Need to Cheat. You Just Need to Own the Servers.

Welcome, dear voter, to the sinister orchestration of democracy, where power is less about the people and more about the puppeteers lurking in the shadows.
In this twisted carnival, the act of outsourcing election infrastructure to private cronies is not merely a tactic; it’s a full-blown heist masked as progress.
Forget about quaint ideas like transparency and accountability—those are for suckers.
In this game, the servers are the crown jewels, and the contractors?
They’re your loyal cutthroats, ready to carve up the very concept of fair elections.
Imagine strolling through the halls of power, elbow to elbow with the golf buddies you’ve greased with lucrative contracts.
What could go wrong with handing the kingdom's keys to friends who have a penchant for self-serving software?
Nothing, of course, if you squint hard enough to ignore that nagging feeling that the integrity of the electoral process is casually circling the drain.
This is the playbook: paint the facade of modernization while systematically dismantling public trust.
Because what’s easier—taking scissors to the social fabric or dressing up your crony capitalist playground as “streamlined governance”?
But wait! You can’t forget the essential ingredient—those devoted loyalists in tech support.
You need a choir of sycophants to sing your praises and turn a blind eye while the coding glitches perform their little rituals, ensuring that your wins are as inevitable as your campaign’s sad puppy ads.
The best part?
When the critics come sniffing around, just roll out the classic “doubt” strategy.
If you can create a fog thick enough to obscure the truth, you can mold any narrative to fit your narrative.
“A lost ballot box?
Just a 'glitch'! Easy-peasy!” Blame it on the machines, the weather—hell, blame it on retrograde Venus if it helps muddy the waters.
And how do you celebrate when your carefully orchestrated election algorithm spits out a shiny victory?
You don’t just pop champagne; you raise a toast to the very idea that you have turned democracy into a circus trick.
Your competitors?
Mere jests, fluttering like paper birds in the wind.
You count your blessings while laughter dances off the walls of your corporate crony castle.
Welcome to the reality where the machines serve you breakfast—steaming hot tickets to political power, with a side order of citizen ignorance.
This is the reality you willingly blind yourself to—the tragicomedy playing out right in front of your eyes.
You’ve become the chef in a kitchen where democracy is cooked to order, served with a side of obfuscation and delightful denials.
But remember, if your constituents woke up tomorrow to how the sausages are made in this meat grinder of governance, they’d storm the gates with pitchforks in hand.
But they won’t, will they?
Their ignorance is your sweet revenue stream.
The lesson for you, the voter, is this: corruption is cloaked in the language of progress and innovation, while your choice and voice are systematically traded for crony capitalism.
When the time comes for your favored candidate to show their true colors, they’ll reveal the deception buried beneath the surface—the glimmer of power shining brighter than any commitment to democracy.
Recognize the language of deceit.
Understand the invisible hand controlling the counters before it’s too late.
Because once you've surrendered belief in integrity, the only thing left to trust is the twisted machinery of a regime that sees you as nothing but an extra in their grand farce.