A modest proposal for the gods who think they’re immortal.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Divine Beings, Hon’ble Egos-in-Chief –
Let us stop pretending.
Every few years, some self-proclaimed saviour ascends the podium – chin raised, chest puffed, declarations echoing through digital colosseums. He (usually he) tells us he alone can fix everything: the economy, the nation, the climate, your love life, your dandruff. He promises eternal relevance, an unbroken chain of applause.
But let’s be honest: he’s not running against another candidate.
He’s running against Chronos.
Time: The Only Term Limit That Matters
Chronos doesn’t campaign.
He doesn’t kiss babies or post selfies.
He doesn’t need your vote.
He just waits.
While our leaders strut and fret across the global stage, passing legislation and legacies alike, Chronos polishes his cutlery. Fork and knife. No fuss. He has no party, no manifesto. Just a belly to fill – and your name on the menu.
Even the most adored ruler, once toasted like wine, ends up as vinegar.
The Omniscient Need Constant Reminders
It’s touching, really. Watching these omnipotent men in their fortresses of glass, surrounded by yes-men who dare not cough during speeches, scrolling their own hashtags to feel alive.
They commission statues of themselves while they still breathe.
They name airports after their middle initials.
They rewrite school textbooks so that the past reflects their future.
All the while, Chronos yawns. Another bloated god for breakfast.
And Still We Cheer
The tragedy is not that these men believe they are gods.
The tragedy is that we believe them.
We chant their slogans like mantras.
We hoist their faces like prayer flags.
We forget that even Zeus needed a bolt to feel important.
So Here’s My Proposal:
Let’s elect Chronos.
Let’s give the job to the one candidate who already rules us all.
He won’t promise you eternal prosperity.
He won’t build statues or stadiums.
He’ll just give you the one thing no other leader can:
an expiry date.
And maybe – just maybe – without gods to worship or politicians to canonise, we’ll learn to govern ourselves.