Policrook

The Past Doesn’t Exist
Until It's Published in a Bestseller.

Welcome to the revolving door of historical revisionism, where your family’s past can become as pliable as an up-and-coming politician’s ethics after a campaign donation.
In this satirical circus, corrupt politicians leverage the art of storytelling with the finesse of a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat—distorting narratives until the last hint of reality disappears, replaced with a fairy tale that suits their ambitions.
So how do they do it?
Enter the world of strategic ghostwriting, where truth is malleable and themes of “redemption” and “inspiration” sell like hotcakes in a bakery on election day.
It’s a world where that dodgy uncle who couldn't keep his hands clean becomes a “misunderstood visionary,” betraying his family only to lead a “revolutionary journey” that seeks “personal freedom.” Voice your opinions?
Please! We've found a much more lucrative way to spin your family's transgressions into cash.
Gossip, after all, is gold in the market of memory—more valuable than integrity and less durable than a damp piece of cardboard.
In this chaotic tapestry of selective recollection, documentaries are set to shine a light on your family’s supposed “adventures,” turning political sabotage into a cozy picnic scene.
Imagine a carefully curated film reel where b-roll snapshots of your “family fun days” are interspersed with scripted interviews claiming your great-grandfather battled against tyrants while serving tea.
Reality?
Overrated.
Perception?
That’s what the marketing team is for.
Craft the narrative, shape the image—because after all, every politician knows that the line between hero and villain is merely a narrative choice away.
And the pièce de résistance?
Heroic biographies—these culinary concoctions of scholarship come dressed in grandeur and draped in a golden aura.
Legends take shape, redefining reality until they’re insulated from the consequences of their actions.
Your ancestor didn’t just settle the frontier; they partook in a visionary odyssey that culminated in knitting a patchwork of peace whilst saving a town from bandits.
The more outrageously embellished the narrative, the more invites to the gala, the more donations for the next campaign fund, and the sharper the pang of jealousy in rivals’ hearts.
The con lies in the control.
Politicians wield the remote for their family histories with the skill of a TV executive slashing ratings.
They decide which skeletons stay hidden in the closet and which secrets become mere biographical footnotes.
“Bribery charge?
Just a consequence of a cutthroat political environment!” they might say, as if corruption can ever be brushed off with a flick of the hand.
The ink-drenched narratives hypnotize, wielding the power of selective memory to forge a legacy that disregards all the messiness of real life.
And finally, the lethal injection of cash.
Pouring money into PR firms and writers to manufacture an ideal legacy has never been easier.
Your biography?
A crafted piece of glorified fluff, as real as the unicorns lurking in your late-night dreams.
Forget about authentic connections and empathy—your legacy is defined by your spending power, turning self-serving myths into shrouds of public adoration and electoral success.
So, what does this all mean for you, the voter?
If you don’t learn to see through this tapestry of deceit, you’ll keep cheering while the very backbone of truth is twisted and turned, leaving you celebrating the fiction of your appointed leaders.
They will manipulate history, reshape their legacies, and profit off your ignorance, all while the genuine public servants struggle for every inch of accountability.
Next time a candidate spins tales dripping in nostalgia, approach with your guard raised.
The allure of family folklore may sound charming, but beneath its polished surface lies the dirt of manipulation and self-interest, align your critical eye with your instincts, and don’t let these deception-draped stories lull you into complacency.
Remember—when the past meets profit, the only thing we are guaranteed is a gorgeous cover for a scandalous book.