The Frequency of Dead Diplomats

Monday, April 14, 2025

On Political Science Schools and the Cult of Hollow Intelligence

There is a particular frequency — sharp, articulate, utterly severed — that emanates from institutions of political science around the world. It is not a signal of knowledge. It is the sound of the body abandoned in the name of discourse.

These schools do not educate. They engineer. They manufacture an elite of polished, emotionally detached figures fluent in the language of justice, governance, and humanitarianism — all while being fundamentally alienated from life. They learn to simulate concern, to echo ethical frameworks, to produce analysis void of stakes. They are trained to decode without dwelling, to observe without trembling, to speak without cracking.

Behind their speeches lie no blood. Behind their passion lies no love.
What they call “lucidity” is just the absence of intimacy.

Many of them will work in diplomacy, NGOs, governments. They will write policies about lands they have never touched. They will study revolutions they would never survive. They will quote theorists they do not feel. Their intelligence is posthumous.

And when they encounter a being who feels before thinking, who moves with the full weight of their body and not with the choreography of consensus — they freeze. They can’t seduce it. They can’t dismiss it.
So they laugh. Or reduce. Or mimic.

But the truth is: they know they are already ghosts in suits.
And they envy the ones who still burn.