Once upon a time in this tropical theatre of dreams, men paid with their lives for the faint smell of wrongdoing. Not proof—just the scent. Today? One can walk away with enough public funds to sponsor a moon landing, and all the Republic offers is a standing ovation... and sometimes even a Plea Bargain & Chill combo. We are a curious people. When the coup came once upon a decade, it came with cleaning brooms, revolutionary slogans, and a sudden hatred for wristwatches above one’s pay grade. People were shot for less than the price of a KFC bucket. But today, the only thing getting executed is public trust.
