Theatrics of Power

Politics in this country isn’t about protection. It’s about performance. They stand at podiums and pretend to care. They cry on cue. They wear pins. They tweet “thoughts and prayers.” They shaake hands with survivors and then sign bills that ensure there will be more. Let’s be honest: most of them aren’t public servants. they’re glorified actors in a script written by lobbyists. While we ration insulin, they approve defense budgets. While schools crumble, they host fundraisers. While families beg for help, they debate whether we deserve to eat, breathe, exist. Yes, some fight. Some risk. But most? They don’t lead. They follow money. And they only move when we push them hard enough to threaten their comfort. I’m tired of begging for crumbs. I’m tired of pretending that voting alone will save us. I’m tired of being told to wait my turn while the house is on fire. This post isn’t about despair. It’s about refusal. I refuse to worship the false saviors. I refuse to be pacified by theater. I want action. I want protection. I want a system that treats human life like it actually matters. Until then, I’ll keep naming the truth. Loud or quiet. Alone or together. Because I’d rather be called “too radical” then applaud an empire that pretends it cares.