In the grand theater of politics, some politicians are like modern-day Pinocchios, their words crafted like delicate marionettes to dance before the masses. Each lie is a silent spell, weaving invisible strings that tether trust to illusion. But like Pinocchio’s nose, the truth has a way of growing in the shadows of deception, stretching far beyond their control. Eventually, the weight of falsehoods pulls their fragile facades down, revealing hollow promises and wooden hearts, incapable of genuine empathy or integrity. In the end, they forget that the audience—though silent—sees through the act, waiting for the curtain to fall..