The fox among the pigeons

Our empty streets have been taken over by pigeons and politicians. The cooing mass scratches around inside the halls of parliament, shitting on the grandeur and taking flight only to squabble over chips tossed in by the press. 

This monotonous political class is the product of ideological inbreeding. Staffers of limited talent, promoted and copied to the point of error, coming to power owing dangerous favours to the swamp. They repay this debt with vague policies, swung about so often that ordinary people stoop in fear of the state. Concerned for their necks, neighbours snitch on each other. Children hate their parents at the behest of criminally negligent teachers. And science, barely free of her previous historic captors,…