Costume, Posture, Gibberish

Politics as circus…

Katherine: The rallies. Venue always looked like a circus tent.
Gabriel: Fitting, isn't it? Complete with clowns and all. I half expected a trapeze act.
Katherine: Striding out like he's in a Wild West showdown, like some gunslinger about to “save t
he town” from... I don’t even know what.
Gabriel: Right? It’s all costume and swagger. Add in the red hats and it's like some dystopian dress code.
Katherine: And the speeches—if you can call them that. Just a stream of sound bites, strung together like a fortune teller reading a broken crystal ball.
Gabriel: Never about policies. Just posturing and proclamations, like a ringmaster announcing the next act.
Katherine: And keeping the crowd entertained. Who cares about facts, it’s fireworks, right?
Gabriel: Fireworks, or flames? The real issue is watching the country burn while he’s up there stoking it for effect.
Katherine: Perfecting the art of saying nothing and everything at the same time. The ultimate gibberish guru.
Gabriel: It’s almost impressive, in a twisted way. Managing to rile people up without a coherent point, like a magician with words that mean nothing.
Katherine: But somehow, he still fires up his followers, as if they’ve been told something profound.
Gabriel: The power of suggestion, I suppose. Or maybe just the power of spectacle over substance. Politics as circus, plain and simple.
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Voice-over
The anguish may be even greater outside the Untied States. The U.S. sneezes, the world catches a cold.