Pratik Patel
@pratikpatel666.bsky.social
Game dev, martial artist, atheist, foodie, Manchester United fan, cat staff. Live in 🇺🇸 but still very 🇬🇧. Views expressed here are my own.
These are not leaders. These are seat-fillers. Seat-warmers in the halls the Founders built. And history will remember them as such—small men in sacred chairs, elected to lead, who swear an oath they never mean to keep, and flinch when their moment comes.
January 12, 2026 at 7:46 AM
These are not leaders. These are seat-fillers. Seat-warmers in the halls the Founders built. And history will remember them as such—small men in sacred chairs, elected to lead, who swear an oath they never mean to keep, and flinch when their moment comes.
And the quiet shuffle of feet across the Capitol marble—always away, never toward—leaving the rest of us to face what they have not the stomach to name, let alone fight.
January 12, 2026 at 7:46 AM
And the quiet shuffle of feet across the Capitol marble—always away, never toward—leaving the rest of us to face what they have not the stomach to name, let alone fight.
Where we need fighters, we get fundraisers.
And when the hour demands they stand and be counted? Silence. Abstentions. Compromise with those who offer none in return.
And when the hour demands they stand and be counted? Silence. Abstentions. Compromise with those who offer none in return.
January 12, 2026 at 7:46 AM
Where we need fighters, we get fundraisers.
And when the hour demands they stand and be counted? Silence. Abstentions. Compromise with those who offer none in return.
And when the hour demands they stand and be counted? Silence. Abstentions. Compromise with those who offer none in return.
Where we need iron spines, we get weathervanes—spinning, always spinning, chasing the wind of bipartisanship that died long ago. Where we need voices to steady a republic, we get pearl-clutching and parliamentary procedure. Where we need action, we get hand-wringing.
January 12, 2026 at 7:46 AM
Where we need iron spines, we get weathervanes—spinning, always spinning, chasing the wind of bipartisanship that died long ago. Where we need voices to steady a republic, we get pearl-clutching and parliamentary procedure. Where we need action, we get hand-wringing.
Hollow men and women, all of them. All title and no timber. All office and no honour. Puffed up on ceremony, shrivelled in character. They mistake the seat for the statesman, the flag pin for the patriot.
January 12, 2026 at 7:46 AM
Hollow men and women, all of them. All title and no timber. All office and no honour. Puffed up on ceremony, shrivelled in character. They mistake the seat for the statesman, the flag pin for the patriot.