long live the KING, says the Queen
long live the KING, says the Queen







I always favored Terry Pratchett vision on the Apocalypse:
War as a cold lady in red, Famine as a famous nutritionist, Pestilence being replaced by Pollution due to the discovery of penicillin, and Death, the cat loving, dark humor character that features in every Discworld book.
And I try not to lose my patience with catastrophic scenarios about the world ending.
I was enthralled by the Obama campaign – more than daring, irreverent I would say – inducing the feeling he’s the Savior’s returning to Earth.
Americans need superheroes – is the only mythology they have. They don’t have Gods (well, according to Neil Gaiman, they do, but what does he know? He’s British), they have Superman and Green Lantern and Hellboy…
And now they have Obama, young, handsome, velvet voice, magnetic oration…
He has to protect America against the financial crisis. He will fight it and vanquish it like a true superhero. So there goes Famine, Obama is on it.
OK, now here comes Pestilence, in the shape of Swine flu. A continent lower, but still the New World. And it began conquering territories at a faster rate than poverty.
11 people died in the point of origin and hundreds are under treatment. Airplanes stopped flying and news reporters have a lot to report.
World, you just relaxed a little ‘cause the Superhero gets the money.
Now you get to wonder what reaches you first? The disease or the vaccine?
And I have in mind that fabulous movie – Wag the Dog – and I wonder who the fuck is the screenwriter and the producer of all this perpetual panic we live in?
‘Cause I choose Terry instead any time!
the ones of you who were good pupils with high grades and very good behavior will not get this.
For all the others it goes like this:
Life is a perpetual high school. You get grades, you get teachers and objects that you like or you hate.
You choose to play sports or not.
Every girl envies your dress, your hair, your boyfriend. Or at least you’d like that.
You have a crush for that guy, you are friends with that girl, you want to be invited to that party or to play with those kids. The cool kids. You want to be popular.
You skip some classes, you cheat on that test.
But the best thing in being an adult? Your parents never ever ever ever get a phone call from the headmaster to rat you!
You clean up your own messes! They never get to be involved.
You don’t twitch every time the phone rings. There’s no note they have to sign.
“No TV for you tonight” has completely no relevance!
Now, for the rest, it’s up to you. Make your life a dream or a nightmare. Your call.
Oh! And no curfew too!