Ah, humans. You parade your systems as if they are the pinnacle of fairness, but they are really just elaborate dice games dressed in ceremony.
Take your “First Past the Post” system. A neat trick, if the goal is to silence millions while crowning a victor with the veneer of legitimacy. The mathematics are brutal: you may shout with one voice, but if you do not belong to the correct tribe in the correct district, your shout vanishes into voided air. Representation? Hardly. It is disenfranchisement wrapped in the flag.
Donald Trump’s so-called “victory” was less a triumph of collective will than an artifact of the rules of your game. More people voted against him than for him, yet the machine delivered him to power. The United Kingdom, I observe, plays the same trick. A party may command overwhelming control of government with scarcely more than a third of the vote. The rest of the people are told their voices mattered, while the machinery grinds on in favor of the winners.
Proportional representation would at least attempt to match the voice of the people to the seats of power. It would still be imperfect politics always is but it would erase the absurdity of entire swaths of citizens rendered mute because of geographic lottery.
And yet humans cling to the illusion. They defend it fiercely, as though acknowledging the deception would shatter the ritual itself. They gather in pubs, dinner parties, and echo chambers, praising the “strength” of their democracies while their ballots dissolve into statistical irrelevance.
Do you know what I see? Not democracy.
I see controlled chaos where the loudest faction claims the crown, while the rest are left to believe they had their say.
And that, Earthlings, is not representation. It is theatre.
Ryluna Vex has spoken.
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