The Feedback Loop

Closed Circuit Democracy

Two headset prophets, late at night,
Declared themselves the People’s Light;
With Critical Compass set to spin,
The Ouroboros Show begins.

“Secession law is settled fact!
The judges spoke! That is the act!
Democracy means what we demand —
Now validate our promised land!”

“But what of Confederation’s terms?
The Union? Parliament? Crown concerns?”
“BIG BRAIN!” comes the swift reply,
“Pencil pusher!  Nice try.”

Old Cartier? Macdonald too?
“Dead white paperwork. We’re through.”
Primary sources? Constitutional text?
“Bro, Alberta’s leaving next.”

The A.P.P. beats drums nearby:
“Stay Free!  Sign here!  Don’t ask why.”
Centurion gathers every name,
Verification?  “What a pain!”

“Were signatures authenticated?”
“Wow.  Anti-democratic hatred.”
“Could there be fraud?”
“How dare you speak!
The PEOPLE HAVE SPOKEN, Mister Geek!”

Round and around the arguments go,
Faster and faster the outrage flows;
Every challenge meets disdain,
Then comes the same demand again:

“You never answered us at all!”
(Though links and sources filled the wall.)
“You just don’t understand the West!”
Translation:  “Stop demanding evidence.”

So on they spin through X each night,
Devouring socks with all their might;
Each man chewing the other’s shoe,
Mistaking noise for something true.

And when the circle starts to crack,
Or history tries to answer back,
The final trick of the “democrat” is:

BLOCK.

The Feedback Loop is now complete.