Eight billion gluttons compose the third estate. Suppliants that swear by trust; persist as if in league with executives. Approve of themselves sans formal education, training in politics, or worthwhile analysis of viewpoints and events (insinuating a genius for governance).
Nay, with so many astute figures among the masses, humanity finds itself at a nadir—led by faithful representatives, of course. Leaders and followers alike comprise willing dupes of Satan, or Lucifer, as he is called with affection.
To remain loyal towards an administration that distorts marriage, for instance, is to ward off excommunication from the church of optimism. Wearing disguises, taking the plunge during the Corona crusades were not shrewd acts, rather somber oaths regarding material goods prepared for a price, doled out by controllers operating within a system involving axial businesses and mean bureaucracies.
Convenience has withered due diligence worldwide. Electronic media vessels supply ready-made conclusions. Inside, rubbernecks make selections like patrons at a cafeteria. Indeed, nothing lives outside amid stormy seas.
Go to the polls, and if provisional candidates are lacking, nominate the mandarin that horrifies least, for counterfeit hope beats none.
Anon's Register 