A missing congressman emerges after four months. The press calls it a mystery. I call it a symptom.
We live in an era where public figures vanish and reappear like characters in a poorly written novel. This is not a story of resilience or redemption. It is a story of a system so decadent it mistakes absence for intrigue.
The congressman’s silence was golden, his return banal. In Victorian times, a missing MP would spark a national crisis of honour. Today, we get a press conference and a hashtag.
We have traded substance for spectacle. The man’s disappearance was likely a flight from responsibility, not a conspiracy. But we prefer the conspiracy.
It is easier than admitting that our leaders are merely human: flawed, tired, and occasionally running away. This is the fall of Rome with Wi-Fi. We cheer the return of a man who abandoned his post for four months.
We call it a comeback. I call it an indictment. The real story is not his return but our collective willingness to accept it as normal.
We have become a nation of spectators, watching our own decline with popcorn in hand. So welcome back, Congressman. You have returned to a country that no longer remembers what honour looks like.
