Why does it feel like we are in a Hans Christian Andersen story of the Emperor's New Clothes?
Watching a so-called emperor wearing clothes drenched in grandiose power trips and imaginary splendor?
A masquerade wrapped in a sham facade fueled by fear and hate.
Take away the fear and power trips and what is there?
Lies, lies and more lies;
Liabilities, liabilities and more liabilities;
Sins, sins and more sins;
Compounded, excessive and continuous.
A gluttony of abuses and abuses of power.
An inability to see reality and brave the truth:
The level of shame and disgrace perpetrated by so-called emperors, prancing around in their emperor's clothing, is at excessive, high and embarrassing levels.
