Every few years, the same movie plays.
Different cause, same script.
Cardboard signs, bullhorns, slogans that sound deep until you think about them.
Today’s hit? “No Kings.”
And sure, it sounds noble.
Until you realize it’s being shouted by the same people who bowed the last time somebody told them what to do.
They said, “We’re all in this together.”
Translation: You lose your business, they keep their paycheck.
You skip Thanksgiving, they sip wine behind closed doors.
You wear a mask to buy groceries, they dine shoulder-to-shoulder at five-star restaurants.
But now, suddenly, they’ve rediscovered “freedom.”
Marching down Main Street like they just invented rebellion.
Waving signs that say “No Kings” all while waiting for permission to speak.
That’s not revolution. That’s recycling.
They’re the same folks who cheered every new rule, every new “emergency order,” every decree dressed up as compassion.
And when it came time to pick their next “leader,” nobody voted.
No debate. No contest. Just… crowned.
But hey, call it “historic” and it magically turns into democracy, right?
Look, I’m not against protest.
It’s one of the few rights we still get without asking first.
If you’ve got something to say, say it. Loudly.
But don’t hold up a “No Kings” sign when your side’s been running a palace.
Don’t cry about tyranny when you applauded the curfews.
Don’t shout “freedom” when you traded it for comfort the minute it got hard.
Because here’s the truth:
You can’t end kings by pretending you’re not wearing the crown.
So march if you want.
Yell if you must.
But when the noise fades and you catch your own reflection in a window somewhere—
ask yourself one question:
If you hate kings so much…
why do you keep making new ones?