Of all the days I decided to do time-sensitive, important errands, I scheduled it on the one Saturday, and at the one retail plaza, where a No Kings meetup would be held.
For those of you outside of the United States, this “nationwide” “protest” – my arms are outstretched in the most aggressive bunny ears motioning, btw – is because there are people that vehemently hate President Donald Trump and think that clogging up entry and exit lanes in retail areas will somehow get him to step down, bring the ENTIRE world back in balance and we all enter into a utopian paradise as a result.
Despite the intellectual justifications behind this “No Kings” demonstration being shakier than
a chair with only two legs,
not even of equal length,
being held in place by the kind of glue that elementary school kids use for their art projects…
…I know it’s important to recognize people’s rights to PEACEABLY assemble.
You would think that I spent the rest of the Saturday grumbling and seething in a silent self-righteous rage.
BUT THAT’S NOT WHERE THE STORY OF MY NO KINGS SATURDAY ENDS
Like a spectacular lightning bolt, hurled by Zeus himself, piercing the night sky……a revelation came to me:
We actually do have Kings here in the United States. We do!
That’s right! We have a quid pro quo, eye wink head nod agreement between members (not all) of the political class and (again, not all) NGO (non-government organization) class who – together – created an intricate network of money transfers, kickbacks and cash transmutation (my nice way of saying money laundering) that would make even the British bankers of the 19th century recoil in moral outrage lol.
And what are these members of the political and NGO class protecting? Their money empires: consisting of personal servants, an army of lawyers, some questionable but extravagant social soirees and expansive real-estate portfolios.
Sounds suspiciously similar, right? Because it is similar, it’s the same.
It’s identical to being….a King.
Look, I have no problem with people getting their pieces of cake. And I can accept that some people just end up with bigger pieces of cake than others. But when the people with the bigger pieces of cake start to tell other people with less, or even no, pieces of cake how to live their lives, start to stuff social/economic policies down their throats using the brute force of legislation….that’s where I draw the line. That’s bad King stuff.
So, in the end, the protestors may have been onto something. But they were just steered in the wrong direction.
Perhaps (GASP!), I need to be joining the next No Kings protest. So, I apologize to all the No Kings protestors – I can empathize and I totally support you!
But I suppose I will need a costume as it seems to be the norm there to show up in some kind of counterculture attire.
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In honor of my anticipated No Kings rally joining, I’ve started to dig up some of the old social demonstration soundtracks of the last era. Enjoy
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