By events of precedent seasons, one can easily predict the coming one.
The billboards are already up, most of them in yellow, both gigantic and petite, faltering fake promises.
The political bishops are combat ready. Their tricks, intimidation and deceptions are well sharpened.
To master their dynasties, they zoom up and down, like the owl of minerva that flies at midnight, they neither sleep nor rest, until that final ballot is read out.