@VeryBadLlama@mas.to In the profaned halls of governance, where shadows cast long, and truth slinks into obscurity, it becomes evident that the requisite for those who wield power is not an intellect sharp as the guillotine's blade but rather an ego vast as the spheres and principles as malleable as clay. Here, in this grand theater of vanities, politicians need not burden themselves with the weight of cerebral endeavors. No, what they require is but a mirror's sheen to reflect back for each supporter a caricature of their ill-formed vision of a savior, a visage onto which the masses may paint their fervent hopes and wildest dreams. In this masquerade, the mind is but a secondary player; it is the heart's folly and the soul’s vanity that grants the politicians the power freely given by the governed.