The Smiling Demagogue

He is his proud mama's Golden Boy.
And he is a conniving monster of gross
incompetence. Born with an irrepressible
thespian streak, vain and self-indulgent
he acts out the facade of empathy for
all those unlike himself, not born to
wealth and the fame of a recognizable
name of celebrated cerebral gifts capable 
of persuading a skeptic public that he was 
indeed the very personification of a 
modern-day philosopher-king, an
admiring appellation he was pleased to
modestly accept. Alas, his son inherited
his father's theatrical flair but not his
scholarly intelligence nor his ability to
appear to govern wisely and well. The 
Golden Boy professed to deeply caring 
for the common man and the common weal 
declaring it time to reject a national identity 
for a postnational narrative welcoming those
from abroad escaping oppression from
dysfunctional societies bringing with 
them the inherited enmities for others not
of their tribes, busying himself devising
strategies to enhance his reputation on a
global scale, ingratiatingly prancing the
international stage while at home as the
nation's prime minister dabbling in measures
certain to instill in the nation's disparate parts 
distrust of one another. In short, a calamitous 
rule exemplified by cunning manipulation
resulting in diminished democratic action
with the casual dismissal of Parliament
granting him opportunities to ransack the
nation's treasury in naked gratifying gestures
to select cliques and demographics eager 
to preserve their prerogatives, casting votes.