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Political Tumbocrats

*Political Tumbocrats*

A political tumbocrat is a person who hangs around elected leaders to satisfy her/his personal greed. Tumbocrats sees a leader as a demigod whom they worship. The r bootlickers and sycophants of the highest order. Their work is to defend leaders and cheat public that something is happening.


A tumbocrat has no values or morals. A tumbocrat is not interested with common good but personal good. A tumbocrat has no vision but appetite for being near high table of power  and feeding on crumbs.

 

Tumbocrats are greatest obstacles to development in our country. They protect the corrupt and shield the bad governance in so far as they get something to fill their tumbos. They are good and articulate in arguments but they lack the moral authority because they don't value truth.


Every political leader is surrounded by tumbocrats. They are the noise makers in social media and around leaders defending them. They peddle lies en create propagandas . They confuse the public from knowing the state of leadership.


Currently we hv more tumbocrats than elected leaders. They r the modern face of corruption and bad governance. The more tumbocrats a leader has, the more s/he is corrupt.


We need to identify and shame tumbocrats in our society. We need to avoid them in any discourse on governance or development. We should not allow their noise to deafen the collective call for justice, transparency and good Governance. *If you are a tumbocrat, shame on you because you are killing your own people to feed your insatiable belly*

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