The Rich Boy Tyrant and the Great Git Consensus

There’s a type of man our era mass-produces.

Rich boy. Never hears “no” in a way that sticks. Every failure cushioned by money, lawyers, and someone poorer taking the hit. On the rare occasion he did hear “no” as a child, it probably arrived as a slap from his father; less a boundary, more a jolt of humiliation. Lesson: power is something you inflict, not negotiate.

Fast-forward a few decades and that boy discovers politics.

He isn’t a mastermind. He isn’t a strategic genius. He’s a bored aristocrat wandering into democracy like it’s another golf club to ruin. A rich boy roleplaying tyrant, convinced performance is the same as power.

The truly depressing part isn’t him. It’s how many people looked at this damaged heir, covered in the emotional dust of his upbringing, and said: “Yes. That one. Put him in charge of everything.”

That’s not a cult of personality. That’s a civilisation lowering the bar until it’s underground.