For Lack of Eggs, There Was No Egg Rolls: The People Were Roiled and Heads Rolled at The Royal's Screw
Amazing how history offers current lessons that, when unheeded, led to past beheadings. Once, the people simply wanted bread, but the royal, offended by their audacity, offered them cake instead—to tragic end.
As Marty Robbins appears to traverse time, I am taken to an era when the people demanded eggs and were instead offered cocks. Such "cockery" flew in the face of the die-hard supporters who had given the president a mandate—one he believed anointed him as king, decreeing that eggs should be available for all. Instead, they were handed the illusion of mass deportations, along with tariffs—which, in effect, equated to cock fowls being offered as layers.
And so, the cycle repeats. The people, though momentarily appeased by the spectacle of deportations, soon realized they were still denied what was promised—what was necessary for survival. Soon, not even eggs and rice they will afford. Their patience ran dry, and their anger rose. Will the lessons of history be learned, or will heads once again roll?
Enjoy the song that speaks to the tragic hold inherent in power, betrayal, hate, love, and border crossing. In modern America, I get an eerie sense that I am a witness in a past life, recalling the events of the French Revolution without fully understanding why:
Something's wrong, this is not my America. Where did I live? When did I die? Was I ever here before?
A nation gripped by fear and fury, where the guillotine of Executive Orders reigns supreme, and the cries of the people echo in the streets. The king, unshaken, watches from his palace, unmoved by the pleas below. A tale told time and time again—whether in El Paso, France, or the present day—forewarning of the fateful ending.