Politics are like a children's bounce house.
Everyone inside appears to be having fun, but upon further inspection we realize that this is precisely because they are children.
Pandemonium is somehow the source of the entertainment. Without it, the inhabitants would lose interest and exit.
Anyone with any sense would not seek to enter it in order to improve it, but would instead busy himself with the finding of a sharp object. For only in its deflation can a bounce house be reduced to its core liners and exposed as the bag of hot air that it is. Only by being deflated will the noise and fights emanating from within cease.
Of course, this would be a cruel course of action to follow if the house were filled with happy children. Not so for blood-sucking politicians. In this latter case it would be downright merciful. I can almost imagine one of them looking out from its deflating crush to whisper, "finally."
