It is rumored that a mere handful of people controls the world. Controlling both wealth, the ruling sense of fashion, what was and is considered art and what was and is not, the various perceptions on science, climate change, commerce and top of the list, the legal one-way channel where changes were communicated. Better known as politics. Voters anxiously voted the old ones and old ideas out of office and that is enough for them. No one had the time or recourses to prove otherwise anyway. Anything contrary to this would be a conspiracy theory and laughed off... And so should we. Maybe. In public anyway. But deep down inside, we all know not everything is always what it seems... We earn, we live, we spend the remainder of our valuable time pursuing a hobby, and if we are are lucky enough we get to be the best we can be in the company of family and good friends. At night when we sleep, time turns the globe and others do what makes them happy and other businesses import, export, manufacture, buy, markup and sell commodities and services. On the surface it seems like a well oiled machine. But it's not a machine is it. It's an organism that is very much alive, feeding on the energy output of the brave and the weak, rich and poor and believers and non believers. Much like the universe maybe. Ever evolving by an invisible force that can be debated but not correctly named nor pin pointed. The most we are aware of are rising and falling, sometimes "free-falling” economies and currencies. Weaved with invisible fragile silk into this global bee hive system, with the difference that no one knows who the Queen Bee is anymore; are births and of course, how does one put it softer, easier..., the selected demise of the worker bees. Carefully planned and timed with rhythm not to upset the mechanics of the hive. The worker bees in this modern system however, never wear overhauls. They also prefer not to get their hands dirty. That, well you see, is left to people like... He hasn't used his own name for years. Part of the byproduct of his invisible work is often unknowingly discussed by political analysts and a great many depictions and predictions made. Of course they are totally off the mark. But that's where the riddle goes to the next level. It's a bit mad, Michael often thought. That a speech writer and poet should have so much to say. Or maybe, should have so much power. To understand the labyrinth called politics and society, no one knows the question anymore. There are many views, ideologies, and points to be made, that much is true. But as Michael knows, everyone is wrong. Wrong because they don't know the question... The question is so far fetched for most that if it was ever asked, would top the list of even the most ridiculous of conspiracies. As far back as history goes, there have been leaders. Whether we believe what they say is matter for another day. Whether they speak on behalf of business is probably for the day after that. For today there is merely a question... "Who pays the Speech Writers...?"
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