NO KINGS

 


Italiano, qui

A little over a year ago, I had a long conversation about Donald Trump with Uncle Joe (Zio Giuseppe), who was ninety-one at the time, a sharp-minded intellectual ex Penn  University (he was a third-generation american; he passed away last February). With his characteristic clarity, he laid out his thoughts.


"Dear nephew,

When our ancestors lived in Italy, they knew that above all was God, master of the heavens, and after Him was Prince Torlonia, master of the land.

Then came the prince's guards, and after them the prince's guard dogs; then nothing, then nothing again, and finally they came, the peasants. They tried to rebel, but there was nothing they could do.

And then our ancestors went to seek their fortune in the Americas: Argentina, the United States, where God, master of the heavens, had allowed neither princes nor kings.

After centuries, may be, to refresh our memories, God sent us Trump, and Trump's guards, and Trump's guard dogs, to see if we were still incapable of defending ourselves from kings.

But we, today, know how to kick kings in the ass and chase them from our lands!"


I think he would have added, today:


"We can vote, on November 3rd!"



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