Socialism and its super Saiyan version, Comunism, have been the succubus of politics.
Since the Russian opened that Pandora box, it has enchanted horny egalitarian victims all over the world. It matters not to them that the attractive femme fatale has historically shown its tyrannical teeth, claws, horns, and vagina dentata. They keep falling for its generous promise of never-ending bliss, its ideological voluptuousity, and its sensual voice.
Like all supernatural phenomena, this succubus does not need to show any empirical evidence of goodness or satisfaction of any appetite. Those who fall under its spell starve under the ever oppressive promises with the same faith of those who await the second coming and the providential intercessions.
Like the drunkard who promises never to drink again, after each turbulent hangover, the naïve angry starved masses join the parade of the resentful scholars and the tired workers whose unrequited love for social justice makes them swear never again to fall for the too-good-to-be-true promise of sensual pleasures, only to fall ever again at the first provocation of the attractive curves of the sexy red-headed bait. They do not see the sharp stick that blows their brains and tears their heart until it’s too late.
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This was my entry to @mariannewest and @latino.romano’s 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday Prompt: SUCCUBUS. You can see the details here.
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