I think he was on to something if we consider that the peasant is desperate to fill an immediate need. Desperate to kill the hunger pangs and remove the gaunt look from her/his loved ones. Maybe the days of serfdom are back but we don't know it.
We want any piece of legislation that claims to address our needs and don't really care about the details because we are desperate. We want to feel good: we want to be happy.
And so, we decide to delude ourselves that the electoral placebo is working...that our belies are full (of hope). But hope is a spirit and a spirit will pass as a noxious gas.
Maybe our poverty is hidden by our epidemic rate of childhood obesity and our shinny cars. Maybe it's hidden like the sores of a meth addict who knows how to apply some foundation or cover-up...but the wound is still there. And, because we are hurt and hungry...any leader is good...any leader is a savior...and, because it feeds us, gives good head, and tells us we're smart and lovely, we will obey...like desperate peasants.
