Long live The King

The King is dead…Long live the King.
A statement used by many countries, most notably The British, who strangely have no king of living qualities. However the statement lives on. In order to be of substantiation a king must have lived previously.

How absurd can a statement be?

Evidently the party of the first part, was never heard by the party of the second part.

If the king is dead, which indeed he was, all hope of Living Long is diminished.

We in The Colonies always attempt to aide our counterparts across the pond, however in this case the best we could come up with is,
Long Live Rock & Roll.
It seems there is nothing royal about us.

I imagine the statement caused quite a stir with the Brits, as some folks said “The King is Dead,” while others said “Long live the King.”

“Didn’t ya hear me Ya Bloody Blok, The King is dead.”

I was supposed to see the King about an inconsistency with my medical benefits

What kind of inconsistency?

I don’t ev any?

What do you do?
Nothing, I’m a peon.

Peon is Spanish.

I mean I’m a peasant, with no notable finances.
You should save your Guinness.
Everytime I get a few I have to buy a morsel of food or wither away. Do you have a wife and children?
They withered away…I’m a pleasant peasant.
There is no such thing as a pleasant peasant.
Maybe I’m the first? I should get a few scraps for that.
See the cook at the back of the castle.
I don’t want to get sick and die like the King did.
A good King never dies from common ailments.
I didn’t say I was common.

Town Crier walks by, “The king is dead, long live the King.”
What time is it?
I don’t know? I’m crying out this bloody message.

As we well know, The Brits purposely left out a key word to disorganize the organized. The line should actually read, The King is Dead, Long Live the NEW King.
They always have one waiting in the wings so to speak to take over immediately at the demise of the other. It is a smooth secession barely a breath in between.

That is why We do not have Kings. We never act that quickly. The best we could hope to say is, The King is Dead, Long Live The Jack.
There is always one of them around.

All of this is a bunch of British bunk because the last King of England was King George V1, (Nice name) who died in 1952, they have been without a king since then so “Long live the king” is a bit of a fetch.

Peasants were the first to use the phrase, actually during the dark days of the Dark Ages when they ransacked the castle and killed the king while shouting, “The king is Dead”, only to hear those remaining behind The Keep shouting back, “Long live the king!”
“Didn’t we just kill him?”
“Not Bloody likely!”
“We have his ead right here!” (Peasant holds up head.)
“That’s the old king.”
“Don’t we even get some kind of credit?”
Nope! The new king is ruling in his stead.”
“You mean we have to do it all over again?”
“No!”
“Why not?’
“We don’t have another king ready.”

Thankfully those types of things don’t happen in America.

Penwose Out,
By George
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