MONSTERS BE HERE

The time has come,' the Walrus said, To talk of many things: Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —Of cabbages — and kings —And why the sea is boiling hot — And whether pigs have wings.

The great Sam Gross

Another day, more reams of Executive Orders. We might as well call them what they are —Royal Proclamations. He carefully scribbles his ravings, and says in his booming voice, “What a great King am I.” He surrounds himself with sycophants who stroke his ego, and probably other parts of his beastly corpulent body. The stroking satisfies his OCD compulsions. He is a Man on a Mission. A Mad King hell bent on destruction—his own and the world around him. Make Allusions of Grandeur Again. Like a mewling tot, he crows, “Again. Again. Again.”

Less of a bumper sticker, more of a restless tic. Less a case of Bad Chance, more of an expressing of the growing chancres of a syphilitic Mad King:

Nothing can come of nothing, speak again. Now, gods, stand up for bastards! To have a thankless child! Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise.

William (Bill) Shakespeare

“I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves.”

William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch

I am reminded of other Mad Kings. King Lear, who was banned in England from 1788 to 1820, out of respect for King George III, who like King Lear, was insane.

King George III was of course the Last King of America. “The first indication that something was wrong with King George III came in the spring of 1765. The twenty-seven-year-old monarch had been on the throne for just five years when he came down with a fever, a racking cough, sudden weight loss and insomnia.”

Why is it that America gets to have all the insane Kings? In 1800, having lost his precious ( My Precious, My Precious) colonial prize that was the rebellious United States of America, King George III proclaimed The Acts of Union, which unified Great Britain and Ireland into the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. This was no mere state; it was a kingdom.

“This Mad King experienced both physical and mental symptoms, including fever, frequent vomiting, and swelling of his legs and feet. The King also complained of aches and pains in his stomach, head and joints, which were so painful that he was unable to walk without a stick. His daughter Princess Elizabeth described a rash which was ‘very red and in great weals, as if it had been scourged by cords’. His doctors mentioned a yellowing of the eyes, dark urine and a series of violent spasms.

The most alarming effect of the King’s illness was his periods of mania. At their mildest George experienced a ‘a desire of talking that he was unable to control’. Often, he would talk for hours until he was hoarse and foaming at the mouth.”

Polly Putnam The King's 'Malady': George III's Mental Illness Explored

Speaking of Kings, it may be important to compare our present Mad King, with the central characters in Shakespeare’s Lear. The Fool is a central character in Lear who counsels the King. However in the play, the Fool does not give the King $360 million dollars to buy an election. Fools play a much bigger role in the modern Mad King story.

Our own Mad King has his own Fool—He Who Has The Ketamine. It can be argued that E-lawn ornament is the Real King, and the comic Donald, is his court Fool. We know from the first Trump administration, that the Don had bigly bromances with Generals and Strongmen. When he would tire of them, he would find new shiny toys. New characters brought on, while others are written out of the narrative. The only constant will be his old pal He Who Must Not Be Named Because He Has Something Really Bad On Me.

What do we know about the current e-Fool? This arch villain has a company called X. As in X marks the spot. As in MONSTERS BE HERE, warnings they would print on maps to caution sailors. Rough waters ahead. Proceed at your own peril.

His son is also called X. Actually his son’s full name is X Æ A-12. His mother is Elon’s ex-wife, Vancouver’s own Grimes. Recently, she posted a public tweet on X, begging him to contact her in regard to their son’s health. At least, “hire someone to talk to me”, she said.

Elon has either 13 or 18 kids, depending on which online tabloid is your source of information. His own father, Errol, apparently had a son at age 71 with his own stepdaughter.

You can’t make this stuff up. These are important facts about the man who is firing the “Deep State.” Why is it that I don’t believe the New Deep State will be any less deep? We are in Deep State now. He is hacking away millions from the Federal budget, so they can offer trillions in tax cuts for friendly billionaires— yes, I know an oxymoron when I see one. They are the same pigs in blankets who don’t pay taxes. Who get front row seats at the coronation.

“My staff has murdered giants

My bag a long knife carries

To cut mince pies from children's thighs

For which to feed the fairies.

No gypsy, slut or doxy

Shall win my mad Tom from me

I'll weep all night, with stars I'll fight

The fray shall well become me.

This is the last verse of "Mad Maudlin's Search for Her Tom of Bedlam", Tom of Bedlam being the name that Edgar takes in Act 3 of King Lear.

MAGA is not bringing back the 1950’s. The goal is to push back time to the 1930’s, then why stop there? Why not rewind back to the 1550’s.

To a time that was another Dark Age. The Old Dark Ages. Kind of makes you tear up, doesn’t it?

Without healthcare, without any support for the weak and powerless, many of the Mad King’s supporters, the very Rump of Trump, are being sentenced to a life they could never imagine.

Since gambling is legal, please consider the numbers. There are approximately 340 million Americans.

About 11% are illegally there.

22% are children

17% are seniors over 65

40% are clinically obese, with a quarter of those morbidly obese

7% are veterans

12% are poor, or what the statisticians consider as poor. As the young densemilt once said, The Mathmorticians are Smiling.

Less than 1% are actually in the military, although the military budget is $895 Billion, the highest in the world.

According to the poet Time Magazine, The Top 1% of Americans Have Taken $50 Trillion From the Bottom 90%.

Are the calculations not indicative of a failing state? Don’t try adding them all up, as many of them overlap, such as morbidly obese veteran seniors, or poor illegal children.

I think we have it wrong with our focus on the coming apocalypse. All the societal training that we have had to endure with end of the world dystopian movies is now lost time. Instead of future shock, it appears that we drunkenly hit the reverse button in the Time Machine.

Welcome to the New Dark Ages. Are you ready to bow down to the Mad King? Get your hands dirty in what surely will be his filthy diapers?

Get your Gold Diapers, branded with the name of the Mad Monarch. Rump TM by Trump TM.

Emily Cockayne writes in her book HUBBUB-Filth, Noise & Stench in ENGLAND 1600-1770: “the smell was thought to be sufficiently potent to induce hysteria.”

She also said that "Pork was potentially a more dangerous product than beef as it deteriorated more quickly, and carried a greater number of communicable diseases…. Between 1648 and 1687 there were over thirty cases of fines for selling measled swine, with a peak of offences in the 1670s and 1680s.”

Measled Swine. Is there a vaccine? When was the last time you heard of measled swine? After dispensing of all regulations, the only thing left was survival of the fittest.

This is why I am taking boxing lessons.

Why would Thelma or Louise need a license to drive, when their e-truck can drive itself off the cliff?

Consider the Mad King as a symptom of a society whose moral compass is lost in the short hairs of the Devil’s Triangle. He is the monster with a boil on the rump of our collective body.

Ms. Cockayne describes our situation best, when she relates a man who “suffered from a boil on his bum that made him feverish until it ‘discharged itself in the night excessively’.”

Good night sweet Prince.

Good night mad King.

Good night K-hole.

Good night America.