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Demagogues : A leader who obtains power by means of impassioned appeals to the emotions and prejudices of the populace.

The neo-demagogues of meta-modernity are very different. There is no serious intellectual, moral, or ethical support for their decisions at all.

Demaogues are irrational, insensible, not beyond reason — but scurrying in the abyss deep below it. They are simply, as the definition simply says, “arousing the passions and prejudices of people”.

For the tragedy of the demagogue is this: the demagogue is an anti-leader. He is not merely the absence of leadership. But the opposite. He is not just the drought. He is the locust and the flood. His followers aren’t merely left no better off — but also no worse off. Life’s most valuable creation is what is truly wasted by demagogues. The one thing we may each call our own. Ourselves.

Demagogues reduce us to being empty, twisted, broken husks of the people we should have been. People who, in the act of wasting their days on spite, greed, envy, and anger, fail to develop, grow, become themselves — and do great and mighty, noble and soaring things. That is why history condemns not just demagogues. But also the people who eagerly follow them. For they are prisoners. But they are also jailers. Each of whom holds the key to the cell next door.


He’s completely single- minded and
has no regard for the political process.

The more power he attains,
the more obvious his zealotry… …and the more aggressive his supporters become. However, the true goal of this project is power. Complete and total hegemonic domination.

But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to use such a weapon?

Hate was all I knew. It built my world, imprisoned me… taught me how to eat,
how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I’d die with all the hate in my veins.

Don’t run from it, Evey. You’ve been running all your life.

They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you.

They put you in a cell and took everything they could take… except your life. And you believed that was all
there was, didn’t you?

The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn’t.

In that cell, you found something that mattered more to you than life.


What was done to me created me. It’s a basic principle of the universe… That every action will create an equal and opposing reaction.

Is that how you see it?

Like an equation? What was done to me was monstrous.  And they created a monster.

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