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The words of Harry Triguboff ring with the weariness of one who has watched the stage of politics and found it wanting. “I do not get involved,” he declares, for he sees it as a waste of time and money, a labyrinth where effort is swallowed and results rarely emerge. To him, the politician is less a master of destiny than a figure shackled by weakness, unable to act with freedom, unable to deliver even when aided. Such is the disillusionment of one who has chosen to labor with his own hands rather than entrust his hopes to the machinery of government.

This sentiment is as old as civilization itself. In the days of Rome, the farmer Cincinnatus was summoned from his plough to be dictator in a time of crisis. He delivered victory and then returned at once to his fields, declaring that the soil was more honest than the Senate. He saw, as Triguboff sees, that politics is often a realm of delay and entanglement, while the work of one’s own craft yields clearer fruit. The man of action may therefore distrust the man of office, preferring the tangible harvest of labor to the hollow promises of laws.

Triguboff also touches upon the corruption that shadows political life. To give money to a politician is not to empower him but to ensnare him in embarrassment—to bind him with debts of loyalty that weaken his judgment. Many rulers across history have fallen thus. Think of the late Byzantine emperors, who took gold from foreign kings, and in so doing lost both their honor and their empire. The gift of coin, meant to strengthen, became a shackle of shame.

Thus, his words are both a renunciation and a warning. To place one’s faith in politics alone is to build on shifting sands, for the politician is often powerless, and when tied to wealth, even less free. Better, then, to cultivate strength in one’s own sphere, to build where one has true mastery, and not to waste spirit in the endless maze of factions and promises.

O children of the future, hear this wisdom: do not despise politics, for it governs much of life, but do not enthrone it as the source of all hope. Know its limits, and know also its snares. True power lies not always in the chambers of government, but in the hands of those who work, who create, and who stand unshaken by the tides of intrigue. In this balance—between independence and vigilance—dwells the secret of lasting strength.