The Naked Emperor has been really ticked off lately.

Seems like longtime known enemies, those who have foolishly complained that he is butt-ugly devoid of divinely inspired truth and beauty attire, have not yet been forced to atone for their bull-headed integrity. This invokes His Highness’s anger and also fear. If he can’t force them to their knees then others might think they can get away with denying His supreme political and economic wardrobe.

So He forces His legal staff to pursue his oldest and loudest ungrateful lackey to make him pay for his disloyal sins. Naked revenge will quiet any unruly masses; then He will feel, and look, better–the fairest of them all, ever, anywhere, throughout the history of kingdoms.

Indeed, the Naked Emperor Fan Club with which He surrounds himself celebrates His naked power and monolithically enlightened arraignment.

And yet, repressd enemies, like suppressed pain, risks the possibility that vexing nay-sayers may portend more deeply embedded challengers.

While those in the Naked Emperors fawning royal red court are reassured and subdued by His vengefully monolithic beauty, it turns out that a CommonSense Crowd is aware of a consensus that their Naked Emperor is also a naked fool.

To force His self-righteously personal revenge, dressed up in the clothes of monarchical authority, He loses several seasoned and respected staff, who don’t respond well to intimidation and threat and verbal abuse. He thereby empowers more enemies; far more than he will ever have time to lock up and throw away the key.

These thorns become highly polarized voices, soon joined by a vast silently traumatized majority, rapidly expanding a nakedly obvious point of healthy democratic view. The Emperor’s gorgeously powerful coattails are shrinking toward invisibility, as his adoration-seeking nose grows embare-assingly longer.

The Emperor feels increasingly lonely at the top of his impoverished imperial wardrobe, especially at night. Nightmare headlines of MeToo declaring that this Naked Emperor is not only politically naked, but morally corrupt. Worst dressed Emperor in the history of feckless foolish Emperors, anywhere, anytime in the history of democratically dressed public trust.

The more democratic heads he whacks, the more popping up, speaking and acting up, out-voting him and all his conman fools who have refused to impeach his self-reputed divinely inspired raiment; now flashmob gladly disputed as sadly wounded madly messianic ideation.

Dressed in depressing autocratic whack-a-mole dispassion; undressed by impressive democratic love-your-moles compassion.