Willy Wonka has confused politics. He wants to find an heir to run his magical sovereign chocolate company. He needs that heir to be completely free of want or vice. To find this monkish heir, he staged a massive promotional spectacle based entirely around want and consumption. When the machinations of his own chocolate factory tour undo all the randomly chosen candidates, he just picks the one who was most polite to him. What a fucking fraud. The man is absolutely running for some kind of national public office within six months of offloading his company.
