Us Peasants

 I didn't watch Biden's fairwell speech.  Just like I won't watch the coronation of the next.  

I'm not easily political.    I'd rather pet a cat.   

I am a bit worried about exactly what Biden warned against in his goodbye speech.  I only saw the headlines.  The dark clouds on the horizon of an American oligarchy with too much power and too much time on their hands.

I can bend the knee, to a-holes usually, to try to get their cats fixed or saved.

I've done that.  After the cats are safe, I can tell them what I think.

To see all those billionaires go suck up to the new king makes me want to wretch.  

Its pathetic to behold.   Grown men.

Don't they have minds of their own?  Independence?  Think for themselves?  Are they scared they might lose money or be targeted if they don't go bow down?   I don't get it.  I've never seen the like.  Or is it the opposite, they want to make more money and have more power.  

They all already have enough money to live a hundred or more lives like kings.  How many yachts do they need?

They'll help make laws to govern the likes of us peasants.  Do you think they give a rip about us peasants?  I wonder if they know we exist.  

I feel like they might be bored with their lives and we will become pawns in one of their rich people board games.  

I see the leaders of the world, like unfixed male cats facing off atop a fence, all puffed up and yowling, spray marking their territories.  Or like dog packs and if you can't be the top dog of the pack, you roll over and show your belly to the leader, in a sign of submission. 

I need to go pet a cat.  The oligarchs of America will do what they want.  Hopefully they'll leave us alone.    All I want to do is get these 14 cats from Seven Mile up to the clinic this morning.