Free to dream

In a land very far away there lived a princess with a zycronite tiara and a sword of steel. This is not set in the time of so long ago, but in the here and now. Naturally the princess was elected to rule by popular mandate, once that thing called democracy had been brought in by a race of people called Americans. Now the Americans were not themselves the most popular people on the planet they called Earth. Still, they liked themselves better than most other people did. And that is an achievement not everyone can claim. Like I was saying, the Americans came and rigged up the democracy bits and pieces and taught everyone how to use their index finger and punch in a name on a machine. That’s all there really was to it, it seemed. And while they did that, they helped the Princess print some posters of herself with her thirty-two smiling teeth all nice and shiny, and her boobs stuck out at the right angle so that she looked appealing and well fed. You can be like me, the posters screamed, everyone will eat, everyone will get their teeth set nicely, no more cavities, no more rottenness. By then no one in the city believed anything. Still. She looked nice enough in her zycronite tiara and her sword of steel. So a few of them voted her in. It was a change from looking at pictures of fat men in beards and stiff suits who just fed people to alligators. She did have a few of those skeletons in her closet too, but hey, like the Americans say, you can’t have everything. Not in the foreseeable future. Till then, what’s to stop you from dreaming.