Tedious and sick as the world of politics tends to be - or soap operatic masquerade for the masses as it is affectionately known - in response to some quick but unhappy glance at democracy via the magic of television I feel the faint urge to quote from Wolfgang Koeppen's The Hothouse, set in post-war Germany, though the urge is at best faint as the necessity of the following observation to exist in the first place is somewhat depressing, but anyways:
All politics were squalid, it was like gang warfare...There is no such thing as truth here. Just tangles of lies.
No, too tedious. If people want to gorge themselves on the most hopeless of hallucinations, sobeit. Though I'll throw in Gore Vidal's "It makes no difference who you vote for - the two parties are really one party representing four percent of the people.”
A more interesting extract from Koeppen is the following- since I began with him I may as well justify his announced presence:
And then a man was back in the cage he'd been born into, the cage called Fatherland which dangled along with a bunch of other cages called Fatherland, all on a rod, which a great collector of cages and peoples was carrying deeper into history...You were swung on the pole that the great cage bearer had over his shoulder. Who could say where he was going? And did you have any say in the matter? You and your cage might wind up on the pole of the other cage-bearer who was just as unpredictable as the first( and who knows what daemon, what idee fixe was actuating him) in heading for the unknown- an expedition that would be taught to the children in time.