A monarchy is easier. High treason, I understand. Those who sailed, swam, ran or limped toward the new world; away from the past to the shining shores, shudder at any wishful mention of ‘the crown’.
I’m looking for Tocqueville’s America. Instead we are trapped in John Sloan’s painting ‘Election Night’; the rabble on the streets, the brawling and the noise, the rambling and loud debates. The bar is lower than it ever has been and I would love to sit on a cushion and shake my finger and drink my tea.
A monarchy is easier; certainly more elegant and would be preferable…for a day or two.
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