The Music of the Fall
Did you fall for it?
I did.
I thought the people in charge knew what they were doing.
I thought competence rose to the top.
I thought the adults would arrive before the building caught fire.
Turns out the adults were busy selling the smoke alarms.
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Political equality survives largely as ceremony.
Some citizens write the rules, others interpret them, and everyone else receives a cheerful explanation of stakeholder engagement.
Hierarchy did not disappear; it became embarrassed and harder to audit.
The old monarch was blamed when the harvest failed.
The modern administrator commissions a study, changes the measurement, and receives a promotion.
We traded the crown for a fog machine with minutes.
Every regime has an aristocracy.
A healthy one admits this and trains its heirs for duty.
A decaying one calls its courtiers “experts” and lets them buy degrees in moral permission.
Modern government speaks constantly about accountability.
Its decisions emerge from committees, contractors, courts, and offices with interchangeable acronyms.
Power has learned to wear camouflage made from paperwork.
Democracy promises that everyone has a voice.
Bureaucracy ensures that nobody has responsibility.
The permanent staff remain after the applause has packed its little suitcase.