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Politicking
- Lady Ronit
- Feb 16
- 3 min read
31.08.2024.
Recently, my thoughts have been revolving around politics, diplomacy, and international relations. Sometimes I imagine that I could become a consul, diplomat, or maybe even an ambassador. In an ideal scenario, I would like to become a Minister of Culture, or maybe someone who lobbies on behalf of my country at the United Nations. Although I don't hold the UN in high regard, because I believe it's a place for people with low standards, I would still be interested in working there because of the opportunities it offers.
Artistic Immunity
I introduce the term artistic immunity, doing its IPO. My artistic immunity gives me the right to do anything I want. Because I love freedom. I can write anything, and if someone doesn't like it, if it offends someone influential, I will hide behind literary invention. I can confabulate and lie, or expose the truth about people. I can play God. And I have that complex, like Konrad. This is an allusion to Adam Mickiewicz; those who haven't read Dziady are intellectual amoebas. I can throw insults left and right, even if I were to run for office one day. If an old man like Joe could last that long, if a rude woman like Kamala could outrun Donald in rigged polls, and if the latter achieved so much while entangling himself in financial shenanigans and constantly going bankrupt, then I too have the right to be an Artist.
I don't like people; I feel best when isolating, but deeply rooted in me is this Tikkun Olam, and I still want to be a hero. Besides, I like to show off, I like to dress up, I like to shine. I am a socialite lioness. It’s the most beautiful term that socialite brings out most exquisitely through Polish vocal cords.
A salon lion. I love that honour.
Although I would make an excellent financier, banker, or director, or CEO, locking me in an office like a canary in a cage would be a grievous mistake, a melodramatic movie. Appointing me an ambassador would be an action comedy. If the relations between countries were dependent on my romances and perverse humour, it would end in a world war. And if, as the head of a powerful state, I had the famed button that activates the atomic bomb, Gaza would have been reduced to dust before the end of November 2023. Iran wouldn’t make it until May, and Lebanon would have disappeared around the end of last July.
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