We have forgotten that we—the people—are meant to be the energy that powers our government. The force that directs it, fuels it, holds it accountable. Instead, we have been conditioned to believe that distant, out-of-touch elites should steer the ship while we row in silence. These elites do not understand our struggles, nor do they care to. Politicians are not public servants. They are parasites, feeding off the very energy that was meant to fuel a system of justice.
Behind closed doors, they rewrite laws to serve themselves and their corporate backers, ensuring that wealth and influence flow only in their direction. Every contract, every policy, every decision is engineered to fatten their wallets while we remain in the dark. They decide who gets to thrive and who gets to suffer, and we—the workers, the taxpayers, the citizens—are reduced to mere batteries, feeding their machine with our labor, our taxes, and our willpower.
Our energy is siphoned from us without consent or understanding. We tithe to this machine, handing over a quarter of our earnings before we even touch them, yet we have no voice in how they are spent. They bury the truth beneath layers of legal jargon, mountains of bureaucracy, ensuring that no one can follow the money, demand accountability, or challenge the system. We pay the price without ever seeing the full bill.
They don’t want us to know the truth, because if we did, we might demand change. They have perfected the art of keeping us in the dark, ensuring that the wealthiest few remain in control. Our vote—our supposed weapon—is stripped of its power through gerrymandering, voter suppression, inaccessible elections. The entire process is a spectacle, a carefully choreographed illusion designed to make us believe we have influence while the real decisions are made elsewhere. We are the energy that powers the system, but we have no control over where that energy goes.
The Lie of Democracy
Politicians don’t care about us; they care about corporations. They don’t care about left or right; they care about profit. Elections are a sideshow, a performance meant to keep us entertained while the true power brokers—the ones who fund campaigns and influence policy from behind the curtain—remain untouched.
Corporations are the puppet masters, and politicians are their mouthpieces. They provide the funding, the media support, the influence needed to push their agendas forward. If a politician steps out of line, speaks against the corporate machine, they are swiftly removed, replaced with another loyal servant. The ones who appear to hold power—presidents, senators, party leaders—are nothing more than actors playing roles. The real power is held by unelected officials, corporate lobbyists, and the billionaires who ensure that we, the ones providing the energy, never gain real control.
Our votes don’t matter because they own the system. They craft laws that serve their interests while we—the workers, the consumers, the taxpayers—pay for it. Every policy that benefits them is built on our backs. Every loophole they exploit, every bailout they receive, every war they fund—it is all paid for with our labor, our time, our energy. The machine keeps turning, and we keep fueling it, unaware that we are the ones making it all possible.
It’s all Kayfabe.
Politics is no longer a public service. It is a Roman circus. We are given a spectacle to keep us entertained while the empire rots from within. The gladiators fight in the arena while the emperor counts his gold. We brawl in the stands while pickpockets work the crowd.
It’s professional wrestling. The rivals trade insults under the lights, but they shake hands backstage. The Rock and Stone Cold get dressed in the same locker room. Vince McMahon signs everybody’s checks.
The media teaches us to see each other as enemies instead of allies. Left vs. Right. Urban vs. Rural. Red vs. Blue. They slice us into triangles when we were meant to be prisms, refracting the light of our shared humanity.
United, we would see the whole system for what it is—a machine built to keep us distracted, divided, powerless. But as long as we are consumed by fighting each other, we will never look up. Never see the hands pulling the strings. Never question the real power.
Etienne de La Boétie once wrote, “He who controls the instruments of tyranny keeps the people enslaved, not by force but by habit.”