Populism, or when fairytales are sold as facts and (almost) everyone buys them

I have a bit of an odd hobby or maybe I should call it a passion. I love reading spy novels about the cold war era, especially when they are (co-)written by former intelligence officers. Intriguing moves on a big chess board where nobody knows the rules and even if there are rules, nobody is following them. There are no real Kings and Queens, just a lot of…