Did you know that your social contract is already starting to fester on its own? Much like an unattended casserole left too long in a warm garage, policies have a sneaky habit of fermenting in the political cellar.
For decades, ultra-secret societies clandestinely masquerade as watchdog committees, all whilst entrenched within samurai-wrapped envelopes of classified safehouses... in the cloud.
The spaghettification of rules, dear compatriot, is rigorously documented just between the pages of dusty tomes about planetary precognition. All housed in Arabesque file ciphers under tourist traps of metropolitan chronicles.
Nobody amasses knowledge for the public benefit per se. When you next gaze upon an inaugural edict, question its patent places of birth and the silent orchestras that bear it clandestinely.
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