Who Wears It Better?


 The King and the faux king are going to meet up. Charles is going to be in town on Monday. Today! Will he meet his son, Harry? Probably not. He'd rather meet up with a raging lunatic and a guest to another fancy dinner no less! Why Charles has decided to have a chin wag with our despicable leader is beyond me. As much as I love learning about the Kings and Queens of yesteryear, most of them were nasty shits. Don't be fooled into believing Charles kicked his brother to the curb due to a moral compass pointing in the right direction. Ha! Andrew was a problem that needed to go away. Everyone - EVERYONE, including my bestie (in my head) Lilibet, aka, Queen Elizabeth, knew he was a pedophile. He brought his victims into the castle. Snitches got stitches for ratting him out to the queen because Andrew was her favorite son. They all looked the other way until they couldn't. So there will be two jesters in the room trying out man each other.

Charles: "I have several castles and a ballroom."

Trump: "I have a gorgeous wife."

Charles: "I have a wife who doesn't get physically ill whilst shagging in the royal bed chambers. And, we still shag."

Trump: "I have a gold toilet."

Charles: "We have amassed a treasure of stolen goods through thievery and piracy by Hook or by Cook and a Blackbeard. Your gold comes from Home Depot."

Trump: "I was shot in the ear and survived."

Charles: "I can walk from Piccadilly Circle to the Tower of London and need only to worry about blisters on my feet."

Trump: "Well, I have an immunity disease, but I'm very intelligent. Tv, bird, soup, tv, tv."

Charles: "I have cancer and know how to read, including the Epstein files."

The real King's subjects would have preferred he stay home, but no one tells a King what to do. The faux king's captives are still in mourning that he is still here. I can only imagine the books that will be written decades from now describing these interesting times. I can attest to the fact that living through this shit is no fun. There isn't even a handsome prince (Will? Meh.) who will save us all. No super hero, no knights - just a few traveling minstrels who spread the truth through song. 

Some things never change.  


* Illustration from Freepik 


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