His Majesty was thinking about the little people this morning.
You never know what will get His Majesty monologuing over breakfast.
Not totally. They cancelled Christmas for the kids, and are turning Christmas into a service project.
It’s been said that the difference between a dialogue and a monologue is that a dialogue is something two intelligent people have in order to seek common ground, while a monologue is something one mentally ill person does on a street corner where he’s sleeping on the ground.
That isn’t quite true. I’ve found that His Majesty is actually quite fond of monologues at breakfast, at least so long as he’s the one delivering.
Apparently the little girl is too old for “fairy tales” about God … but not too old to be writing Santa to complain about it.
There’s a metaphor there. And not one, I think, that the American Atheists intended.
The American public wants me to be President. I understand their point of view. The first all-black President would be historic, and I have unparalleled experience in the field of managing vast, lethal boondoggles that I feel would translate well to the Executive. On the other hand, His Majesty would be unbearable. He seems to think politicians were created for his amusement.
I mentioned the poll to him. He said, “excellent,” and then said something about selling the capitalists the rope to hang them with. I think he may be getting senile.