There is a whiff of decay oozing from our leaders these days. Not too long ago, human belief was entirely dominated by the ruling elite, and in a diluted form this grey old game still goes on. Still we mould our lives around the crumbling mystique of leadership – abnormally competitive men and women driven by a compulsive faith in their own destiny.
They seem desperate to achieve something grand don't they? Needing to satisfy the demands of some personal demon, they relish and esteem the flaking pomp and props of office, unwisely basking in the dusty mystique of leadership. But we lesser mortals seem to be losing interest in this hoary old game. We are growing away from it just at the point where the current lot are trying to go global.
As the mystique crumbles, the vitality of the game seeps away. Even the idea of leadership has a flavour of something quaintly self-serving and no longer quite the decent thing. Something to do with grand ideas and mighty deeds - something not quite in tune with modern life.
So how do we finally get them to piss off so we can move on?