Mouseland
Long ago, a prairie preacher named Tommy Douglas told us the story of Mouseland. A land not too dissimilar to our own. It was a place of working class Mice, and political class Cats.
Every four years the Mice would go to the polls to elect a government. However, the only options on the ballot were Cats, and so they always got a government of Cats.
White Cats, Black Cats, Spotted Cats, Blue, Orange, Green. They would all promise to do better, to be different, to guard Mouseland a little more gently.
But always the Cats would govern in the interests of Cats. Mouse Holes were made large enough for paws. Speed limits on Mice were imposed so even the lazy Cats could catch them.
One day, a Mouse got up and asked "Why don't we elect a government of Mice?" He was accused of being a bolshevik, a communist, a socialist. And so they locked him up.
But, in the end, as Tommy would always remind us:
You can lock up a mouse, or a man, but you cannot lock up an idea.