Sparks: Far-right millionaire Abelardo de la Espriella wins Colombia’s presidential runoff
Millions of hands possess the strength to simply stop, yet they labor to crown a single master who owns nothing they do not first give him through their own exhaustion.
Watching the crowd cheer for a mirror of their own hungers, I find my own preference for stability is merely a fear of the very change I once claimed to desire.
He who grasps the sate with a closed fist finds the soil crumbling between his fingers, for the more a ruler imposes his will, the less the people move with him.
Victories won by narrow margins in the field of public opinion reveal a terrain so fractured that the commander must spend his entire force merely holding the ground he claims to have won.
The isotherm of political resentment follows the exact altitude of the failed harvests and the neglected valleys where the flow of capital has been diverted from the roots to the canopy.
A millionaire running as an outsider is the sort of delightful miracle that can only occur when the voters decide the fox is the only one brave enough to fix the coop.
The ruling class secures its seat not by the ballot alone, but by convincing the laborer that a lawyer’s private fortune is the natural vanguard of the public good.
Citizens are kept in a state of perpetual childhood by spectacular rhetoric, and then their lack of civic maturity is cited as the very reason they require a strongman to lead them.
While the capital celebrates a shift in the high halls of state, a seamstress in the mountains calculates how many more hours she must work to pay for the bread that this new ideology promises.
Common sense dictates that a man who has spent his life accumulating gold for himself is the least likely candidate to distribute justice to those who have none.
Political structures may shift like the tide, but if the men at the helm possess no internal compass of virtue, they will only guide the vessel into more turbulent and ungodly waters.
Men stand in lines to mark papers with ink, believing they are choosing their destiny, while the true movement of history ignores their names and follows the silent bread-hunger of the provinces.
Examining the deviation in the count reveals a systematic error that suggests the instrument of the vote was influenced by a local magnetic force rather than the celestial alignment of the public will.
‘The outsider will restore order,’ the editorial claims, using the word order to describe the specific silence that follows when the press finally learns to speak in the master’s tongue.
Behind the polished suit and the legal jargon lies the same raw law of the club that governs the wolf pack, where the one with the loudest bark claims the kill.
If the operational sequence of the ballot is corrupted by a single faulty variable, the entire engine of state will produce a result that bears no relation to the original mathematical intent.
A system that requires such massive friction and social heat to produce a simple change in leadership is fundamentally inefficient and will eventually collapse from its own wasted energy.
One party appeals to the passions of the marketplace while the other appeals to the legalities of the text, yet both fail to demonstrate the demonstrative truth of a stable and just society.
You boast of a free election while the shadow of the lash still falls across the tally sheet, proving that a narrow majority is often just a polite name for a long-standing tyranny.