Politics did not fail because the wrong people took power. Politics failed because modern systems reward emotional management over reality, comfort over responsibility, and postponement over truth. Every election promises rescue while quietly extending the lifespan of the machinery causing the decline. The parties change. The incentives do not.
Systems decay. They don’t reform—they rot. Reform is lip service; demolition brings clarity. Mercy isn’t sparing what’s already poisonous—it’s removing it. Institutions built to serve now serve themselves. When the foundations are hollow, saving them is cruelty. Mercy is the wrecking bar, not the facelift. Mercy is demolition with a conscience.
We mourn not what is lost, but what once felt stable. The world we knew - flawed, familiar, navigable - now collapses under a thousand clever lies. This elegy is not for the dead, but for the dependable. For shared meaning. For truth with a pulse. The known is vanishing - and with it, the illusion that we ever understood it.