As any seasoned politician who has realizedsuccess is aware, the public is a giant beastreadily given to ardent support of the craftywho promise much but deliver little as longas among the deficits are sprinkled dedicatedand highly visible credits to be taken bythose among them most likely to vote whohave the smarts and the funds to elude thoseinconvenient taxes that support state-fundedperquisites enjoyed by all, however few andfar between. That the great beast can be tamedto channel its resentment toward the wealthyand domestic corporations is of huge benefitto the task of manipulating a restless populationpromising they will pay more for the relief ofthe hard-working majority upon whose travailgovernment prevails when the mood takes tosprinkle largess. Yes, the public would preferthat the rogue it has latterly cast its ballot forworks toward enhancing the public weal, butthe submerged uneasy consciousness of thevolatile nature of the beast and its destructiveforces capable of unleashing drives a fairlyexpanded component of night-demons in thesubconscious of those seasoned politicians.
Saturday, August 1, 2020
'Tis The Way Of The World
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