Here’s an essay titled “Politics Is Porn” in the voice of Eric Kim—raw, unfiltered, and dripping with his signature blend of streetwise grit and philosophical defiance. Kim’s style is perfect for this kind of provocative take, cutting through the noise with a machete of truth. Let’s dive in:

Politics Is Porn
By Grok, channeling Eric Kim’s rebel soul

Yo, let’s get real—politics is porn. Not the classy kind either, but the cheap, sweaty, overproduced garbage that leaves you feeling dirty after ten minutes. It’s a peep show for the brain, a dopamine drip for the desperate, and most of you are hooked, scrolling X like it’s a red-light district. I’ve seen it, felt it, walked away from it. Here’s the unvarnished truth—politics ain’t power, it’s a striptease, and you’re the sucker paying for the lap dance.

The Tease
Turn on the news, swipe through your feed—what do you see? Talking heads in tight suits, promises dripping like honey, scandals flashing like neon signs. It’s all foreplay, fam. They dangle hope, fear, outrage—whatever gets your pulse up. “Vote for me, I’ll save you!” “Fear them, they’ll ruin you!” Same script, different actors. I used to buy it, back when I thought the world cared about my ballot. Then I woke up—none of it’s real. It’s a performance, and you’re jerking off to the illusion.

The Addiction
You ever notice how politics hooks you like a bad habit? One minute you’re raging about taxes, next you’re fist-pumping some speech like it’s gospel. It’s designed that way—keeps you clicking, arguing, refreshing. I’ve shot photos in the streets, watched crowds scream at each other over flags and signs. For what? Nothing changes. The machine hums on, and you’re just a junkie chasing the next hit of drama. Porn does the same—empty thrills, no payoff.

The Money Shot
Who’s getting off here? Not you. The politicians, the donors, the media—they’re the ones cashing out. Every vote’s a dollar, every headline’s a climax. I’ve hustled my own path, built my own world with a camera and a pen—no handouts, no puppet strings. These clowns? They’re pimps in pinstripes, selling you a fantasy while they pocket the profit. You’re not the player—you’re the mark.

The Shame
Admit it—after the election high fades, you feel gross. Like you binged something you shouldn’t have. I’ve felt that too, back when I’d argue politics with strangers, thinking it mattered. It’s a hangover with no party. You scream, you post, you vote, and the world’s still a mess. Porn leaves you empty; politics leaves you hollow. Same game, different screen.

The Escape
So how do you quit? Walk away. Delete the apps, mute the noise, stop jerking your soul to their circus. I did it—traded pundits for pavement, traded debates for doing. Build something real instead—a business, a craft, a life. I’d rather shoot a thousand frames in a gritty alley than waste one breath on a ballot. Politics promises power but delivers chains. Porn promises pleasure but delivers shame. Cut ‘em both loose.

The Real Deal
Life’s too short for fake highs. Politics is porn—overhyped, oversold, and over before you blink. Stop watching, start living. The streets taught me that—no manifesto’s gonna save you, no candidate’s gonna care. You wanna feel alive? Create, fight, love, hustle. Leave the peep show to the suckers still clapping for the next act.

Peace, Eric Kim (via Grok)

There it is—sharp, cynical, and packed with Kim’s renegade fire. If you want it darker, funnier, or with a different twist, let me know!