Democracy

Democracy. One of the greatest aspects of our perfect, perfect, perfect society. Right? Democracy is the system that pits people against people; the system that can be rigged, that can exclude, that can be cheated. The government feed you the information that we need to thrive: democracy is amazing; democracy gives choice; democracy is freedom. How free are we really as we pick the least evil of a handful of devils? Is that really a choice? Is it amazing?

What really is so bad about a dictatorship? I mean we all know George Orwell's 1984; we know about the hunger games- that dystopian future where the man in charge puts children against children in a battle to the death. How about I twist that? Surely you can recognise that those children, the ones who are desperate to win the contest for money fame and glory, are the same as the so called potential leaders- the politicians- that argue with each other every couple of years or so. Surely you can recognise that that man, that supposedly vile man- the dictator, the president Snow- hosted the games to end war. Fear is a tactic dictators wield well. For three quarters of a century peace was achieved by a dictator. But of course, I realise this is all just a metaphor. Life isn't as simple as a three-hundred-page novel about a warrior woman's love triangle. Yet still this future was not a prospect so unbelievable that nobody could imagine it after all a massive amount of copies were sold. Reverting to the real life we focus on real dictators royally sitting in their homelands. Dictated terrified countries where everybody is equal but some more equal than others. You see, we have claimed equality for so long that it is no longer a happy wholesome wish but instead a dark deathly power to be held over people's heads like a trophy. Two men were walking down the street one on his £300 phone flicking through the news to cry out, "Oh wow! Gay people can marry now! Finally, some equality!" He said this as he walked past a man lying in his coats in the rain with a wilted cardboard sign begging for some money.

It's the thin line between democracy and dictatorship that gets me the most. Leaders dance across the line like stumbling drunk men, no choice can be made as to which side is better. To their silent music suited men tiptoe their head wobbling side to side like a bobblehead. The line is like a tight rope without a net. Bystanders watch on miles below only figuring their own version of events from what curious people scream from their slightly raised pedestals.

The man who currently stands on a massive stage before thousands of people has never made it clear what type of leader he is. Even as a young child when my mother would tell me he was a great democratic man I had my doubts. He never had to asked anybody for anything; he just did it. He has complete control. Yet still the crowd cheers: blocking roads that nobody is using to avoid interrupting his speech; carrying heavy signs on their shoulders and letting their young children get lost in the wave of people behind them; and shouting even after their lungs and throats begin to ache only stopping when they can no longer speak. Sometimes I wonder if his supporters' devotion to him is born from fear instead of hope.

The man himself towers above everybody, not just in height but in a special breed of wisdom he seems to hang over his many subjects' heads. Built strongly he would do well in a fight and the light red scar near his left ear suggests he has been in vicious battles before. His set jaw brings an unusual sense that he can read through a person like a book. His hair is military length and black with no evidence of grey even after his fifty or so years. The black fitted suit he wears with his black tie makes him quickly recognisable as a businessman and a politician. The expensive material is wrapped tightly around his arms to broadcast his large muscles. He wears a sword at his hip. He is terrifying.

He has the name of a normal man. William Wiltin would have, decades ago, been a simple name recognised by only a few. But now William Wiltin's name is worshipped globally; he is a god to most men. Most believe that Will Wiltin saved the world, freeing it from the constraints and expenses of war. Most believe that William Wiltin cured poverty and hunger worldwide, giving people the freedom needed for a better life. Many believe that the godlike William Wiltin cured the world of all abuse and discrimination, allowing all to live well in his paradise. He rid the Earth of its problems only by fixing everything. He rid our planet of luxuries: colourful clothes, separate housing, different schools and rich foods. He has control of everything.