The foundation of America is this: any single one of us can be a king. Kings are nothing. Not special, not divine, and all of us have that potential.
The unwritten half of that same sentiment is: We can be kings… with all the attending syncophants, servants, serfs, and slaves. It doesn’t matter if those who serve us are “unlucky/unworthy” Americans, conquered natives, slaves from another continent, or made of silicon and electricity. We must have the pomp and circumstance of the lords and ladies if we are to be “free.”
Freedom. Funny word that.
America’s concept drenched in the blood of those who refuse to bend the knee.
And we’ve been fiercely hewing to that path even before the idea of our “great nation” was a glimmer in our eye.