The Dance of Political Puppets: A Theatre of the Last Men

In the grand theatre of Ottawa's parliament, where the mediocre masses gather to perform their pitiful pantomime of power, we witness yet another act in the eternal comedy of democratic decay. The Conservative and New Democratic parties, those twin manifestations of herd mentality, engage in their ritualistic combat, each claiming to champion the interests of the somnambulant multitudes.

Behold how they scurry about their marble halls, these last men who blink and say, "We have invented happiness." They seek not greatness but comfort, not truth but consensus, not power but the mere appearance of it.

The New Democrats, those self-proclaimed champions of the common folk, propose to extend their precious GST break to what they deem "essentials" - prepared foods, home heating, and the electronic tendrils that keep the masses tethered to their digital opiates. They seek to expand their "working Canadians rebate," a mere pittance to keep the sleepers dreaming of equality and comfort.

In the land of the sleepers, where the multitude shuffles through existence in a state of perpetual drowsiness, such parliamentary machinations serve as lullabies. The Conservative deputy leader, Melissa Lantsman, raises her voice about protesters who dared to disturb the peaceful slumber of their representatives, while her compatriots employ the ancient art of procedural warfare to delay and obstruct.

See how they wage their petty wars with points of order and privilege! These are not the battles of warriors but the squabbles of merchants, each trying to secure a better position in the marketplace of public opinion.

The House of Commons, that grand temple of mediocrity, has been trapped in a gridlock since the autumn equinox. The Conservatives, those self-styled guardians of tradition, demand unredacted documents about a green technology fund - as if truth could be found in the censored papers of bureaucrats!

In their endless circular dance, the parties trade accusations and delays. The NDP forces debates on abortion when the Conservatives seek confidence votes, while the Conservatives stall the NDP's motions with points of privilege. It is a performance worthy of the last men, who have turned politics into a game of musical chairs.

Let them play their games! While they debate the distribution of crumbs, they fail to see that their very system crumbles beneath the weight of its own contradictions. The true power lies not in their motions and votes, but in the will to transform!

The spectacle reaches its apex as Parliament approaches an unprecedented situation - the inability to vote on government spending of more than $21 billion. Yet even this looming crisis fails to rouse the sleepers from their comfortable stupor. The Speaker of the House intervenes like a worried nursemaid, attempting to restore order to the playground.

And what of the protesters who occupied the Confederation Building? These hundred souls who dared to disrupt the peaceful slumber of their masters, calling for an arms embargo against Israel - they too are swept away by the guardians of order, their cries lost in the cacophony of procedural debates.

In this theater of shadows, where is the lightning that precedes the thunder? Where is the dance of creation that must follow destruction? These politicians, these last men, they seek only to preserve their comfortable chains, to maintain the illusion of progress while standing still.

As the House adjourns for the week, leaving its unfinished business to fester like wounds in the body politic, we are left to contemplate the true nature of this democracy of the last men. They shall reconvene on Monday, to continue their dance of delay and obstruction, their endless circling of the drain of history.

Lo, the sun setteth on another week in the land of the sleepers, where the great political questions of our time are reduced to procedural squabbles and partisan theatrics. But hark! The future belongs not to these merchants of comfort and security, but to those who dare to dream of heights yet unscaled, of powers yet unnamed, of a politics worthy of humanity's highest aspirations!