The king "died". They celebrate his life vigorously and insistently and crackpottily every minute of every day as if he were alive and well.
They will not accept truth. The millions the minions the the mushheads the docile the infantile the brainless.
On and on and on they go celebrating what is no longer so.
Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I dear? Do you for your lives?
