Sometimes I wonder if America secretly wants a king. From the barking side of the screen, a yearning collective zeitgeist seems to imply that ultimately POTUS is expected to fix everything, and if it isn’t, then POTUS is bad like some glitch-specter of divided labor. I sometimes feel alienated from knowledge and interaction about/with my milieu, as if it wants to be observed, but reciprocal interaction is offensive and naively inconvenient upon its mere suggestion. Goodness, have I used the wrong fork to stab through the darkness? However, I also find myself rhetorically disregarding the deliberative functionality of the other branches, and all the real I remain too vapid to touch upon: the states and their municipalities, their public schools and libraries, and, most-likely most-importantly, comfortable eye-contact with my neighbor.