The King and his court have brought so much suffering to the world that people want change. Global unrest against globalism breaks out on the ancient stage of the Globe Theatre. Some of the King's former allies from around the world abandon him.
But King George II still has substantial power and many tricks. Acting like a wounded beast, he tries to rally his subjects to fight vague "enemies." At times it seems as if he has consolidated his power and will continue his ruthless rule. He draws fire on his own people, as a pretext to further militarize his kingdom. Weapons traders are pleased.
King George II's military is acknowledged to have superiority, but the King is losing all moral authority. People say they see through his deceptions and subterfuges. Still, the King's men are cunning. They instigate various scenes to attempt to distract viewers from the center stage. A tail wags a dog. Many films about the glory of war start up. In one, a land full of deserts and caves appears, and strange long-bearded people with robes bow to the ground. The whirling dervish Rumi recites poetry.
In the midst of all these diversions, loud sounds interrupt the prayers and poems. Blood appears and flows over part of the stage. Little yellow containers drop from the sky and litter the stage. Such a mess. People look at the new landscape and say, "I'm hungry. Please pass the peanut butter and jelly." The audience's popcorn turns stale.
But King George II still has substantial power and many tricks. Acting like a wounded beast, he tries to rally his subjects to fight vague "enemies." At times it seems as if he has consolidated his power and will continue his ruthless rule. He draws fire on his own people, as a pretext to further militarize his kingdom. Weapons traders are pleased.
King George II's military is acknowledged to have superiority, but the King is losing all moral authority. People say they see through his deceptions and subterfuges. Still, the King's men are cunning. They instigate various scenes to attempt to distract viewers from the center stage. A tail wags a dog. Many films about the glory of war start up. In one, a land full of deserts and caves appears, and strange long-bearded people with robes bow to the ground. The whirling dervish Rumi recites poetry.
In the midst of all these diversions, loud sounds interrupt the prayers and poems. Blood appears and flows over part of the stage. Little yellow containers drop from the sky and litter the stage. Such a mess. People look at the new landscape and say, "I'm hungry. Please pass the peanut butter and jelly." The audience's popcorn turns stale.