Clothes? What clothes?

Now mingling with the crowd was Arkon, the court jester. He knew that the Emperor was showing nothing but his naked butt, but he did not dare say a word. With looks closer to Quasimodo than George Clooney he would probably be  jeered at, assaulted, very likely accused of being an illegal immigrant and thrown into a detention centre, jester hat and all.

So the King trudged on into embarrassment and oblivion followed by his entourage of incompetents, useful idiots, NGO’s, overpaid clerks, schemers, politicians and the entire hierarchy of the Human Rights Industry.

Meanwhile outside the city walls the enemies of the state hatched their plots….