Things The Same All Over

The emperor, in his turn, viewing every rank of his subjects with the same contemptuous indifference, asserted without control his sovereign privilege of lust and luxury. – Edward Gibbon

We too live like kings, hopefully not like him mentioned above. We have lemon meringue pie, cruciform greens, basmati and bratwurst. He above ate a lot of corn, and anything else he desired. He was one of the Romans of lore who was stabbed for his indiscretions but not before he had tried everything all the time in various ways, against all laws and moral requisites, for quite awhile. The Hussein brothers were little fuzzy rabbits compared to him.

To be king is full of privilege and responsibility. Of yore one got all the dusky lovers one desired. Today the transaction can be a bit more involved but deals are still made. A king could dispose of his rivals but not with complete immunity, exceptions notwithstanding. Today, well, who’s to say. Dishes of rare delights still exist. One can ride in comfort and style in a spiff Cadillac. One can order about the domestics. One can bring in luxuries from about the globe, but beware the bargain drill bits which are soft and will bend and a bent drill bit is an extraordinarily dangerous implement that can do as much damage as a trained Praetorian guard can with his sword, only at 1200rpm.

Sons were promoted to the post of Emperor before puberty and beheaded the next day. People shot people just because they could, or to show thier prowess with the bow. Well times might have changed some, you don’t see much of that anymore. Em.