Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Dunsinane

MalcolmLook at you.Dull.Every time I try to become excited by the prospect of ruling this country the truth comes sidling in to put out whatever flames of passion my patriotic sentiments might have managed to kindle and my heart feels cold again. You're all thieves. Thieves and the sons of thieves. Mothered by whores. I don't mean anything insulting by saying this – unless the truth is insulting.It's a country of your making. I've just come back to it.If you make me king I promise you one thing only – total honesty. In that spirit I offer you the following. I will govern entirely in the interests of me. In so far as I give consideration to you it will be to calibrate exactly how much I can take from you before you decide to attempt violence against me. I will periodically and arbitrarily commit acts of violence against some or other of you – in order that I can maintain a more general order in the country. I will not dispose my mind to the improvement of the country or to the conditions of its ordinary people. I will not improve trade. I will maintain an army only in order to submit you to my will. As far as foreign powers are concerned I will submit to any humiliation in order to keep the friendship of England.There are some positives.81I like dancing.So I imagine I will hold big dances.I like music and singing so when I visit you in your several castles you can look forward to having a good time for many days in a row.And, most important of all, you need not waste even a minute of your long cold nights wondering about whether you are in or out of my favour. You are out of my favour. Now and always.

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