As the two "parties" gear up their "debates" and "arguments" toward the next "election", in which "voters" get to make marks on "ballots" which will be promptly discarded, and in which we will Hold The Other Team Accountable By Damn ...
As all this jibber-jabber builds toward its inevitable conclusion with the same monstrous mutant assholes still in charge, Polistra is troubled by a nagging sense that all this crap reminds her of something from the past.
In the old amusement park plane ride, you imagine you're in control. You yank the wheel from side to side, pull it back and push it forward, and the plane turns! and the plane goes up and down! Oh boy, I'm really in control! I'm really flying! You don't notice that the turning is rigidly radial, and the up-and-downing is controlled by a cam in the center. You don't notice that the unoccupied planes are going up and down in the same way. You're having too much fun in your dreams!
The Democracy Ride is the same. Except for the fun.