A cynical statement used to point out that no matter how stupid someone is, they can still decide the fate of a country.
There are people who actually think that an almost eighty-year-old man who can't even walk up a flight of stairs without tripping or stumbling at least three times and can't go more than five minutes without uttering a non-sequitur or having a random emotional outburst and has a long, documented history of being extremely racially prejudiced whenever it's convenient to him is fit to run an entire country. And these people can vote.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.