we would have cocktails at sunset, and lord over the castle/s of the old , dismantled realmn, then perhaps dinner and a cigar.
but david left me alone.
The great house lies unfinished, and will probably never be restored.
some new upstart will crown themselves "regent" and all the patheitic technology that passes as craftsmenship will blindly
try to brace the collapsing remnents of a lost civilization. and I sit with ken, and nobody wants to pay $$$$$ to do it rite.
It will be the saddest day when the powers that be realize the mexican slave labor/ votes they courted will have been their own cultures death knell.
I will have one last laugh at them though, because I have no children, and their children will inherit damnation.