Lol, we’re simply making observations. But that’s a cute deflection.
You could try going back to what I originally wrote and responding to its actual substance instead of dismissing any criticism you don’t have a talking point to counter as bots and evil foreigners, but I doubt you will.
If voting didn’t matter. They wouldn’t dump so much effort and money into it. All of it. The media machine, the trolls online, the ads, all of it.
It clearly fucking matters.
Jesus, you’re so close and yet so far away.
Voting matters and they invest all that energy in it precisely because the biannual pageantry keeps you from revolting. Because you’re foolish enough to believe that the people doing all that to keep you voting instead of fighting back will someday lose an election that lets you strip their wealth and power away. It’s the promise of an eternal reward in heaven for medieval serfs dressed up in modern clothes.
Here, let’s let a sci-fi comedy write explain it, fiction is like political theory for Liberals, right?
“It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see…”
“You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?”
“No,” said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, “nothing so simple. Nothing anything like so straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people.”
“Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.”
“I did,” said Ford. “It is.”
“So,” said Arthur, hoping he wasn’t sounding ridiculously obtuse, “why don’t people get rid of the lizards?”
“It honestly doesn’t occur to them,” said Ford. “They’ve all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they’ve voted in more or less approximates to the government they want.”
“You mean they actually vote for the lizards?”
“Oh yes,” said Ford with a shrug, “of course.”
“But,” said Arthur, going for the big one again, “why?”
“Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,” said Ford, “the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?”
“Anyone who doesn’t regurgitate the billionaire owned media narrative is a dirty foreigner or subhuman bot”
What a very serious and not at all insane political philosophy you have there.
Lol, we’re simply making observations. But that’s a cute deflection.
You could try going back to what I originally wrote and responding to its actual substance instead of dismissing any criticism you don’t have a talking point to counter as bots and evil foreigners, but I doubt you will.
You’re literally leaping to conclusions.
If voting didn’t matter. They wouldn’t dump so much effort and money into it. All of it. The media machine, the trolls online, the ads, all of it.
It clearly fucking matters.
Jesus, you’re so close and yet so far away.
Voting matters and they invest all that energy in it precisely because the biannual pageantry keeps you from revolting. Because you’re foolish enough to believe that the people doing all that to keep you voting instead of fighting back will someday lose an election that lets you strip their wealth and power away. It’s the promise of an eternal reward in heaven for medieval serfs dressed up in modern clothes.
Here, let’s let a sci-fi comedy write explain it, fiction is like political theory for Liberals, right?
“It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see…”
“You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?”
“No,” said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, “nothing so simple. Nothing anything like so straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people.”
“Odd,” said Arthur, “I thought you said it was a democracy.”
“I did,” said Ford. “It is.”
“So,” said Arthur, hoping he wasn’t sounding ridiculously obtuse, “why don’t people get rid of the lizards?”
“It honestly doesn’t occur to them,” said Ford. “They’ve all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they’ve voted in more or less approximates to the government they want.”
“You mean they actually vote for the lizards?”
“Oh yes,” said Ford with a shrug, “of course.”
“But,” said Arthur, going for the big one again, “why?”
“Because if they didn’t vote for a lizard,” said Ford, “the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?”