By David Glenn Cox
Day one in the books and it looks like we all made it! One day down another 1,460 to go. The Dowager Queen Malaria used her unique fashion sense to speak for a nation. Just your basic black mourning outfit from Vlad’s of Transylvania. With a stylish wide brim hat adorned in a lovely white ribbon, so useful in hiding your face from the public. Think; opposite of pillbox hat.
Poor woman, if ever there was an ex-porn actress who longed for the good ole days, this must have been it. Splayed naked across a couch for men’s prurient pleasures and now fallen to this sorry state. A story like this often ends with crack cocaine and cheap wine in a crummy hotel room. An over aged Carrie Fisher chained to Jaba the Trump. Unlike Malaria, I didn’t watch any of it. I didn’t have to, and you can’t make me. Like Malaria, I didn’t pay any attention. I’ll read about it and only offend one cognitive sense at the time.
I suppose it’s tradition for the newly anointed once sworn in by a real Supreme Court Judge (just back from some sort of rich man’s world junket) to make some sort of speech outlining his “vision” for America. Sort of Fred Flintstone sings your favorite Opera hits. Why would I listen? What are the objective chances there would be anything of substance found in such remarks? Anything even remotely true, other than veiled remarks placed by the sharpies who operate the king like a franchised coin laundry.
Let the madness begin! Nero asks, got a match? For those following along in your Bibles see: Wrong is right and right is wrong. He put a former junkie who doesn’t believe in vaccines, in charge of vaccines. He wants to do away with the Department of Education to save money, because your children are smart enough already.
Marcus Aurelias tells us, “The days of our lives are short. The days of our powers are shorter still.” Or enjoy it sweetheart, this is the top. It’s all downhill from here. Someday soon, oatmeal through a straw. That first cabinet meeting ought to be a real barn burner! With paper placemats with puzzles and mazes and three crayons each. How do you organize madness?
A dollar to a dime says Pete Hegseth is late for the first cabinet meeting. He overslept; his alarm didn’t go off. His car wouldn’t start, he had a flat tire and had to wear this wrinkled shirt. But he definitely wasn’t up drinking all night.
You put together a dream team of grifters ideologs and anti-intellectuals. What do you suppose will happen? They will fight like a dozen rabid pit bulls over a single pork chop. It’s all about getting the King’s ear and the best way to get the king’s ear is by shutting others out. A backstabbing Royal Court scenario of powers, schemes and intrigues behind the throne. Beware the Ides of March fat boy!
Living in an America where every day is now April 1st, we must learn to accept there are no longer any rules. If you put a criminal in charge, guess what happens? But that is the crux, isn’t it? No rules for the King! No rules for anyone. And no rules to protect the King either. The King’s last cabinet discussed the possibility of removing the King, this cabinet if it gets a chance, they’ll do it. Because that way, they could potentially obtain even more powers from President Vance.
The King thought by surrounding himself with those just like himself. He was building in protection for himself but as soon as these middling morons figure it out. The King will be locked away in a box. Shhh, we’ll tell you when to speak! Mr. Junkie, I mean Mr. Kennedy has the floor. Now you be good, and we’ll let your girlfriend come and kiss you good night! Now, drink your oatmeal.
Who will protect the King? Will the Dowager Queen play Nancy Reagan and protect her Ronnie? Not bloody likely. Will the King’s new squirrely girlie protect the King? Or will she join in with the conspirators to gamble for his clothes? Perhaps the King’s children will come to protect him! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, not a chance! That nest of vipers (Like father, etc.) would approve turning off his life support over a head cold. ”He wouldn’t want to live sniffling like that. Is he dead yet?”
The devil says, “there you go, I’ve given you everything you’ve ever wanted. A wife and a beautiful girlfriend. You’re the King! And all grovel at your feet. And all of these are all people you’ve chosen who think just like you do! Best of luck with that you dumb son of a bitch! And the Devil let go a belly laugh!
Here it was for history what should have been the greatest day of his life and summit of his political career. But I told you, there are no rules anymore. There is nothing left on earth to protect the King from those just like himself. And so, the great King on his throne becomes the tiny little man in the box. And the Devil holds his stomach as he let go a laugh! Two more wishes left on the monkey’s paw!
“One seldom recognizes the devil when he is putting his hand on your shoulder.”
― Albert Speer
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