These crowns are made from paper with printed jewels on the side. They adjust to fit all heads and there are plenty to go around. Customers can take them for free and kids are not the only ones that wear them.
Kings used to be in short supply, one to a country. In this age of mass merchandising, mass consumption, collective thought and identity politics, kings are no longer protected or worshiped. Now,with social justice warriors on the warpath, we must all be kings.
If you were King for a Day, what edict would you have your scribes put on a scroll and tack to telephone poles around town? Would you start a new holiday? Would you erase everyone’s debts? Would you let everyone out of prison? Would you throw a party? Would you ride the streets in a carriage and wave at your adoring subjects? Would you open your palace doors to the common folk?
Even with our lofty rhetoric, America is still run by royalty.
Congress will never take their crowns off and our President will never be allowed to put his on.
These days the only reality and royalty we follow lives in Beverly Hills.
1 Comment
Charlie
on November 20, 2018 at 8:09 pm
If I were King for a Day, I would fill the prisons with social justice warriors and foul-mouthed Hollywood celebrity malcontents who threaten the President of the U.S. on a daily basis. I once went to the old Albuquerque Airport, at the height of the Vietnam War, to protest Richard Nixon’s arrival. Once the doors of Air Force One opened, all I could see was the President. I realized that it didn’t matter who was the President at the time; I had respect and awe for the office of the President. There was no protest from me, only a great appreciation that I could see my President “in-person” and in”living color”. What happened to supporting our elected leaders, whether we voted for them or not?
If I were King for a Day, I would fill the prisons with social justice warriors and foul-mouthed Hollywood celebrity malcontents who threaten the President of the U.S. on a daily basis. I once went to the old Albuquerque Airport, at the height of the Vietnam War, to protest Richard Nixon’s arrival. Once the doors of Air Force One opened, all I could see was the President. I realized that it didn’t matter who was the President at the time; I had respect and awe for the office of the President. There was no protest from me, only a great appreciation that I could see my President “in-person” and in”living color”. What happened to supporting our elected leaders, whether we voted for them or not?