Stapanii sondajelor

Stiu, stiu. Doctorul ne da la gioale. La toti.

Dar asta dezlantzuie imaginatia. Starneshte creatzia.
Si iese paginatzia.

Presupun ca stiti cu totii (cei care n-o stiti, nu contati in marele lantz al fiintei; sunteti niste contabili aseisti si tristi) poezia lui Tolkien, aspirationala, sinclinala si medievala:

Three Rings for the Elven Kings, under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf Lords, in their halls of stone,
Nine for the Mortal Men, doomed to die.
One Ring for the Dark Lord, on His Dark Throne,
In the Land of Mordor, where the Shadows lie.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor, where the Shadows lie.

Ei bine, sintagma de macsima ecsceptzie rautacioasa "stapanii sondajelor" m-a facut sa devin poet. Poet, frate! Sange si poezie. Pai Vadim Extraveral nu e si el tot sociolog? Ce pana mea probabilistica. Sa curga versurile, tovarashi!

Deci:

Three Polls for the Liberal trolls, under fifteen,
Seven for the Democrat thralls, in their halls of bribe,
Nine for the Socialist knaves, doomed to lie.
One Ring for the Mogul King, on His Dark Throne
In our dear Lalaland, where Probability lies.

One Poll to fog them all, One Poll to fool them,
One Poll to blunder all and in the Elections bind them
In our dear Lalaland, where Certitude dies.

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