Frith

Agree with this view. I've seen it happen elsewhere, so it's a human weakness and can cause devastating results, but no one cares once they have got on board the gravy express.

The cash flow comes from the true social engineers and these can be anywhere, but you will recognise them by their sponsorship.

The present debacle in Formula One racing is a micro-example of what happens in politics. Today big business, politics and the people's support are tied together the way kings, churchmen and the peasants were not so long ago. Big sponsors (aristocrats, kings, corporations and celebs) fund the will of social engineers (priests, politicians, ideologues) and use the ordinary people's craving for bread and circuses to get the job done.

Formula One racing has consistently punted the number two driver in the World Championship for an entire year and the face and fortune of the winner and legitimate champion is nowhere to be seen. Magazine and newspaper coverage, news coverage and celeb gigs all feature number two. He was planned to be number one and despite a host of shenanigans things did not pan out. But the show must go on, so now, amidst resignations, broken relationships, ruined lives and sheer skulduggery, the apple is beginning to rot in splendour.

At the centre is the worm. He who almost certainly one way or another got the Formula One piper to create a politically correct winner at the cost of fair play also sponsors a political party to the tune of millions. And always has done. This time a tune was called by the paymaster and the piper couldn't quite play it, so things are going belly up. That doesn't make the real champion feel any better necessarily, not does it help the genuine ambition of number two. It simply means that both winners and losers live at the whim of social engineers. Cash is in there with a big bang, but it has various roles to play. Power, I agree, is the main prize, and that is so whoever has called the tune and paid handsomely for the right to do so, will eventually become able to make or break whomever and whatever he pleases whenever he wishes to do so and for whatever reason he decides is legitimate in his own game of high stakes and rewards.

Minions live or die by these tournaments, but the biggies will not fall unless they begin to undermine the people's trust. Then they run close to the edge of rebellion. It takes a long time and bread and circuses take up a lot of energy and mindspace among the gullible and the plain stupid, but once the peasants realise that the king is a fink and the champion is a pawn, they will tear down the arena and throw their rotten fruit at the once glorious tune callers.

It takes time, which is why so much goes to ruin while it happens, but even odious paymasters must realise eventually that the game is up, the guard dogs have chewed through their leashes and it's time to pack up their circus caravans and head for the next town where no one knows them. For a while, they will repeat their play. As they leave, new opportunists will be riding into town with new acts and more cash.

Because humans are so slow to comprehend real danger and so full of indoctrination and inculcated fear, courtesy of their managers and sponsors, they tend to get what they ask for and what they deserve. It's the innocent who have to suffer for it. The children, the underprivileged and the little boy who is always there to mention that the Emperor is naked.