I wish I had this attitude for all of these years. Voting for these puppets in each election of political theater is one of the very few things that I truly regret having done.

May God alone be praised that you see it at all.  Sadly, most do not and are unlikely to ever do so.

Neither have I.  It is all theater.  The Money Master Mafia, Black Nobility, etc., place whomever they want in power. 

Interesting. I voted once in a national election, a few times in local elections, but not even those in recent years. 
In my school days, I learned all I needed to know. Elections are at best a popularity contest. Starting in Kindergarten, that was obvious. My friend Mary B. ran against Jennifer S. Jennifer won because she was cute, pretty, and popular. She wasn’t terribly bright but her mother was a class mother and the popular girls always got invites to parties at her house. Mary was very plain, had a plain brown hair in a plain Jane bob with bangs, wore thick glasses and hand-me-down dresses. Her family didn’t have money, lived in a rented house, didn’t have a pool or a patio, no big console TV, had to share a bedroom with her two sisters and the four boys shared a bedroom, too. Her house didn’t have a den or rec. room or even a garage. They had a carport and only one car. Mary was by far more intelligent, but like me, not popular. My parents were better off than Mary’s, but I far preferred her company than Jennifer’s. I still remember Mary got only three votes, her own, mine, and this boy named Kenny who liked me after we got in trouble together for climbing the cubbies in the coat room.