Policrook

If Everyone's a Main
Character, Nobody Notices the Plot.

In the dazzling yet insidious labyrinth of politics, where self-interest masquerades as service, we find a chilling truth: narcissism has become the currency of charisma.
Politicians are not just leaders; they are high-wire acrobats, spinning tales that transform loyal citizens into mere spectators in a show about their own inflated personas.
This is a masterclass in manipulation—a satire that writes itself as we dig deep into the art of empowerment disguised as self-absorption.
Forget the quaint notions of objective truth; welcome to the era of "Your truth." Here, reality is a buffet, and politicians are the gluttons who fill their plates with curated narratives while the masses cheer them on.
They deftly package their falsehoods as self-help mantras that their followers gobble up, mistaking glittering fantasies for substance.
In an age where the tweet is mightier than the vote, what’s “trending” on social media outweighs integrity.
As long as it looks good online, who cares about the mess behind the curtain?
Those who wield this deceit are the true puppeteers, tugging at the strings of a naïve audience eagerly seeking validation.
Slogan-obsessed, these modern-day charlatans slap catchy phrases on themselves like cheap perfume, disguising the rotten core beneath.
They know the art of branding—no substance required, just a thick layer of gloss to distract from the underlying stench.
The hypnotized crowds don’t seek competence; they crave a narrative that intoxicates their fragile egos.
When you’re in the business of selling yourself, aesthetics reign supreme; grand gestures and sweeping visuals overshadow gritty realities.
Political campaigns become fashion shows stripped of meaningful dialogue, where the only innovation is in the slickness of the delivery.
Shakespeare himself would weep as his brilliant prose is replaced by hollow buzzwords designed to dazzle rather than inform.
But it gets better: in this theater of the absurd, followers replace constituents.
Political support morphs into a tribal following, where blind loyalty trumps critical thought.
Here, the masses are not informed players—no, they are cheerleaders, waving pom-poms at every disjointed tweet that oozes ego.
“You’re part of something bigger!” the rhetoric goes, all while the only thing growing is the politician’s bank account and the self-importance of their base.
They’ve become gladiators in the coliseum of social media, wielding “likes” as swords against each other, utterly oblivious to the chains holding them back.
The notion of choice is strapped to a conveyor belt of deception; all alternatives eventually get funneled back to the original sin: narcissism.
The illusion of freedom is maintained while every decision leads the masses straight back to their political savior—the same self-absorbed individual they worship.
It’s an elaborate game of chess where the pieces are delighted sheep, convinced they are players in this grand strategy, meanwhile pawns on the board of elected officials’ ambitions.
So there you have it—the parasitic relationship between narcissism and empowerment, packaged neatly in the guise of political theater, a performance where every one of us might just be an unwitting extra.
Wake up! This isn’t a farce; it’s a warning.
By the time the system is done with your chosen leader, you might find yourself not in the front row but lost in the crowd, clapping for your own exploitation.
Remember this: not all judges, prosecutors, or police chiefs are corrupt.
There are still some remnants of integrity in those that serve.
But corrupt politicians are tirelessly working to replace the honest with the obedient, manipulating the hearts and minds of the populace like marionettes on their strings.
The next time you see a figure take center stage with superficial charm and empty rhetoric, question their motives.
Recognize the smoke and mirrors for what they are, and refuse to be part of this grotesque performance any longer.