Politics, let’s be honest, isn’t about the quiet grind of everyday reality—it’s a grotesque talent show for the loudest, most persistent lunatics with a hashtag and a grievance. The real majority—the silent, stoic, utterly exhausted masses—don’t shout, don’t tweet, and frankly don’t give a damn about the performative rage theater until the sewage backs up into their living rooms. Meanwhile, any loud idiot with a half-baked cause and a flair for moral melodrama will outcompete ten thousand decent people just trying to get through the week without stabbing their inbox. This isn’t representative democracy—it’s mob rule by those who scream the longest, the hardest, and with the most moral self-importance, while the cynical and the power-hungry surf the chaos straight into office. Politicians aren’t listening to you; they’re scanning the horizon for the next viral outrage to chase like a dog after a firetruck. The result? Policies that punish the sane to pacify the shrieking. But the masses won’t care—can’t care—until the collapse is personal. And by the time they look up from their wrecked lives, the rooftops are already occupied by a new generation of hysterics with fresh slogans and recycled stupidity. Different chant, same catastrophe. Popular democracy? It’s a raw deal for anyone too dignified to howl.
https://dailycaller.com/2025/07/10/americans-climate-change-cnn-harry-enten