So every four years we elect a king. Since people like consistency, we tend to elect the same king as many times as we can get away with. (See previous paragraph.) And the king, especially in any sort of emergency, has a lot of power. They donÂ’t always, or even most of the time, have enough to fix things right away. But theyÂ’ve got a lot of power.

Including the power to totally screw things up.

Everybody in the room that had the power to change the PresidentÂ’s idea of a fucking plan also worked for the bitch. Legally, they were required to follow her orders. They could argue, they could recommend but that was like talking to the Great Wall of China. She knew what was Right and what was Good and the people arguing against her had Dicks and they were Wrong.

For the kids reading this, this is a very important point. When you choose your king, forget most of the reasons you think you should vote for the king. Mostly, the king canÂ’t do much about the economy but ruin it. They canÂ’t make you richer or smarter (although they can manage the reverse). If you want one suggestion, think about all the contingencies under which that king (or queen in this case) may hold your lives in his or her hands. And choose wisely. About half the U.S. population chose unwisely. (48.2%. It was one of those elections.)

Quite a few of them died. Every person who voted for Warrick deserved it....

You hit that motherfucker with a full fucking court press.

You donÂ’t open up the borders, any of them, until youÂ’ve killed the son of a bitch.

Fuck the economy. Fuck anything. Shut the fuck down until your population is safe. They canÂ’t buy trinkets or gas or groceries if theyÂ’re mostly dead.

Nothing. Else. Matters.