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“Politics is a tragic absurdity that the living must take seriously but the future howls with derision. All the values invested in politics is eventually lost and yet if it is missing something inevitable takes over. “
“It’s the waste with purpose.”
“Yes. And much of the waste is shaped like a man or woman who learn to talk to crowds. The crowds do so love the stink of it. And they laugh and spread the stink around so shortly everyone is intoxicated by the stink.”
“The greatest waste is expended by the good-hearted among us who believe that their earnest thinking and constant reading of policy papers will do any good. They are the perfect liberal democratic citizen but are superfluous without a near-perfect liberal democratic society. So those underrated markers, words, are wasted. And good feelings that could have gone into local projects is wasted. And it is this citizen who is the canary in the mineshaft and when they give up the ghost, when they finally give in and say, ‘yes, this is no longer mine,’ a historic turning takes place.”
“They don’t stand a chance because for every very good liberal democratic citizen there are ten thousand crazy types and several million entities with a million times more in cash to feed the machine.”
“So the good sits on the edge of a far horizon reading old books.”
“And yet…..”
“Ah, you want to wash your hands of the whole dirty deal.”
“I want to do what I do best and be effective. Throwing precious energy into a losing battle is for historic romance novels.”
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