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  • Traveling Transalpina: the highest road in Romania

    No, not that kind of high… Just 2150 meters above sea level.

    Romania as a country is not exactly well known for its quality infrastructure, although, to be sure, that is relative. It is mostly serviceable, overall, if you don’t like your car too much. Which cannot be said for many a country on our fair planet. We have roads and stuff, although not great on the freeway front. We have yet to have a two lane road crossing the mountains, which generally creates bottlenecks when you try to drive to Transylvania and, further, to Western Europe.

    In fact the bottle neck on the main Road coming to Bucharest from the west is called the Black Hill and it is dark and full of hairpin curves, which sucks when you are stuck behind a truck. It sucks even more at night when the visibility is awful. Accidents are exacerbated by the fact that frustrated drivers often pass recklessly when in a hurry. If you are not in a hurry, a rare case in these times of ours, you can cross the mountain on the scenic route. It may take two hours more, but the roads are almost empty and you can’t beat the view. Sometimes, as the saying goes, one should take the high road.

     

    The high road in this case can be one of two. The older and better known is Transfăgărășan, made famous by Top Gear, back when Top Gear was good. The lesser known one, although it’s well… higher – the highest in Romania – is Transalpina. Both Roads were expensive and unnecessary wastes of resources by the government, one by the communist times the other by the ehm… let’s call them capitalist times. But since they are there now, it can be nice to drive. So I thought I would show the Glibs some pictures of my trip over the Transalpina. And yes, there are many such photos on the internet, many better ones, but these are mine and that’s the point.

    Depending on the route taken, at first the road starts as a standard road between villages, although empty and off the beaten track.

     

    Historically, the road is assumed to be ancient, first started who knows when as a path for taking sheep over the mountains. It was allegedly used by some Roman troops when fighting the Dacians. The Austrians though of making it a road in the 18th century. For most of its history it was just a mountain path, although wider than most such paths. The German army partially paved it with stone and gravel in the First World War, although it was not used much. Romania widened and improved the road in the 1930, when, although not fully paved, it could be crossed using an off-road vehicle.

    Finally the road was fully paved between 2009 and 2015.

    The maximum speed limit is 30, but you would not drive faster anyway given the windy nature. A man could have a lot of fun here on a motorbike. Not me off course, but a man could.

    If you fancy a bite on the road, you can stop at a sheep station (stâna in Romanian) where you can eat polenta, sheep’s cheese, sour cream, and well… mutton. The mutton is a stew and a sort of never ending pot, which sits on a fire and meat is constantly added to cook in what is mostly its own fat and juices and some onion.

    Where there are sheep there are sheep dogs.

     

    Towards the end you go to lower altitudes when the forest starts again.

     

    You can see lakes in the forest if that is your thing.

    Or take a detour through the countryside,

     

    The roads may not always be paved

    And you can encounter some traffic.

    You can visit a church build in 1100 over the ruins of a Roman mausoleum which was built over the ruins of a Dacian temple.

     

     

    After a long day on the road you can stay at a nice hotel and golf course in Transylvania, in a quiet area far from the main road. This was the view from the room

     

     

    Anyway this about covers it. A short trip through Romania. Can’t really think of an ending paragraph right now so I am going to leave it like this.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • Friday Morning Links

    Say it ain’t so, Joe.

    I’m back in action today. And yes, the reasons given for my hiatus have possibly been exaggerated. Sometimes we just have too much work to do to get to the fun stuff.  This week presented me with a lot of that work. Speaking of work, the 2018 Cincinnati Bengals put some in last night, and beat the Ravens.They’re off to a 2-0 start, which means they might make the playoffs this year…and lose the first game as usual.

    On the diamonds, the results were: Colorado over Arizona, New York (NL) beat Miami…twice, Chicago (NL) beat Washington, Boston beat Toronto and lowly Baltimore beat Oakland (and Houston thanks them). And that was all the games that were played.  My focus, obviously, is already elsewhere as I prepare to point the wagon toward Dallas and head up to see the Buckeyes take on TCU in Jerry World tomorrow night. The other “big” games include LSU-Auburn, Bama-Ole Miss, Wisconsin-BYU, Oklahoma-ISU, Boise State-Okie State and there might be a few people interested in Texas-USC.

    Diplomacy then…”treason” now.

    Today’s birthdays include: psychologist Ivan Pavlov, sociopathic racist Margaret Sanger, Star Trek’s Walter Koenig, underrated actor Sam Neill, bassist Barry Cowsill, rocker Morten Harket, errand boy Dmitry Medvedev, and the late, great Amy Winehouse.

    Its also the date on which the following events happened: Handel finished his “Messiah” oratorio. Aaron Burr was acquitted. Napoleon occupied Moscow. Francis Scott Key wrote what would later be known as “The Star-Spangled Banner”. The USMC entered “The Halls of Montezuma”. Teddy Roosevelt was sworn in as President after McKinley died. The first ever prefrontal lobotomy was performed. LBJ gave the Medal Of Freedom to Walt Disney (and I would assume he kept all the WH’s jewish staffers away as a courtesy). “60 Minutes” made its debut. So did “The Golden Girls”. And Cal Ripken’s consecutive games streak was broken.

    And now on to…the links!

    Climate Change did it.

    Hurricane Florence is ripping the asshole out of North Carolina. Stay safe if you’re in the area. And let us know if there’s anything we can do. And whatever you do, please done be one of the 67,000 deaths the Dems will soon attribute to the storm.

    Dianne Feinstein reaches a new low as a human being. Can’t say I’m surprised. She’s facing a tough re-election challenge…from way to the left of ever her retarded politics. This ought to help in some fund-raising.

    Piece of shit

    Today’s winner of the “Christ, what an asshole” Sweepstakes  is one Paul Menchaca.  I mean….come on, dude. Pay for your kink like everybody else has to.

    Alanis Morrissette, you have a call on the white courtesy phone from San Francisco. Alanis to the white courtesy phone please.

    Chicago taxpayers: prepare to be royally fucked. Oh, and you’ll have to bring your own lube. The city ain’t doing this for your pleasure.

    The New York Dam primary for governor results are in: And the results are…the people lose.  They’d have lost anyway, as the state slips further into the deathtrap of NYC and away from any semblance of a place where self-defense and freedom of association are real things.

    And finally, here’s another asshole (politician, of course) to add to the list. Because rules are for little people.

    Hooray for this greatness!!!!!

    Now go have a good day and a great weekend, friends.

  • D-Day, 1944 pt. 5 – The Atlantic Wall

    Catch up on all the Omaha Beach Diorama posts

     

    The Wall: Looking at some pictures and such, I saw a need to cover my bigger guns, add some blast wings and otherwise make the place looked lived in, as well as make a spot for all the German troops to fight from.

    The top ended up with 4 different sally ports, that required learning to make sandbags. I’m still working on a good technique, but these will do for now.

    Effects: Craters are fun, it takes 4 or mores washes, fills and paints to get ’em looking cool, but these will work well when it’s all said and done.

    Paint

    Wash #1

     

    Wash #2

    In Place

     

    Water ‘Splosions: We decided to make some smaller stuff to round out the water, they should look great in the water.

    Static Defenses: The barbed wire needed to be wrapped and painted before the Caltrops could be placed, but now the beach is finished, except for the details and sealing, which comes at the end.


    In my usual fashion, I design and build as I go along, and find my direction that way, this build is no exception. Half of the men I bought won’t be used, half the pieces won’t be used, and different pieces/men will be purchased to fill in the blanks, you get what you pay for I guess. My terrain is very standardized and honestly somewhat boring, very grey scale, but the results will be fine.It will take several months to finish this one, so… I’m thinking for my next one, a castle on the side of a mountain, with waterfalls in several tiers, in COLOR!


    Until next time.


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  • Thursday Afternoon Links. We Dare You Find A More Thursday Set Of Links.

    This is one of those times where I really like to imagine the future looking back on us. Will there be this confusion that there wasn’t a real death toll available? Will there be a lively debate over who counts as a hurricane death and who doesn’t? Are we going to have a wave of Puerto Rico trutherism? Or will history just encyst around a received truth like so many other things?


    Teens Are Protesting In-Class Presentations

    For many middle- and high-school students, giving an in-class presentation was a rite of passage. Teachers would call up students, one by one, to present their work in front of the class and, though it was often nerve-racking, many people claim it helped turn them into more confident public speakers.

    “Coming from somebody with severe anxiety, having somebody force me to do a public presentation was the best idea to happen in my life,” one woman recently tweeted. According to a recent survey by the Association of American Colleges and Universities, oral communication is one of the most sought-after skills in the workplace, with over 90 percent of hiring managers saying it’s important. Some educators also credit in-class presentations with building essential leadership skills and increasing students’ confidence and understanding of material.

    But in the past few years, students have started calling out in-class presentations as discriminatory to those with anxiety, demanding that teachers offer alternative options. This week, a tweet posted by a 15-year-old high-school student declaring “Stop forcing students to present in front of the class and give them a choice not to” garnered more than 130,000 retweets and nearly half a million likes. A similar sentiment tweeted in January also racked up thousands of likes and retweets. And teachers are listening.

    As a smartass, smartmouth, loudmouth and all-around disruptive student, and would have had the excuse of anxiety to get out of doing a presentation in front of the class… but I might have faked it if I could have gotten out of it. But at the same time, I don’t get how something making you “uncomfortable” is a way to get out of doing things. All of school was uncomfortable, seemingly designed by sadists specifically to be so. Maybe instead investigate this crippling anxiety that these students are feeling and treat it? Nah. Let’s create an intricate series of exceptions and carve-outs and set-asides for teachers to juggle for every individual student. That’ll work out fine, I’m sure.


    Norm Macdonald finally gets it right in the apology for his apology

    Once again, the third time appears to be the charm when it comes to just saying some words about a controversial topic without making it sound like something everyone else at Thanksgiving dinner would just silently, awkwardly cringe at without wanting to acknowledge.

    Norm Macdonald has had the kind of week that makes publicists find a back-alley doctor to supply them with a triple prescription of Xanax. First, it was some jarringly tone-deaf statements about how the victims of sexual harassment and racism don’t have it as bad as the comics who had to publicly account for their appalling behavior—statements that got him booted from a Tonight Show appearance. Next, he made an apology for those comments that got him in trouble all over again, because he chose to use people with Down Syndrome as an example of what it means to have no empathy. And while in between there were some other not-so-great takes that seem well-intentioned but still really missed the mark—in part because he thought apologies were a good time for more outdated jokes about gender—Macdonald seems to have finally just realized a simple and sincere apology is the best route at the moment.

    The protracted auto-da-fé of Norm McDonald might finally be over. But he better watch his step. The Internet of Rage never forgives. The Internet of Rage never forgets. Squirrel!


    Beluga whales adopt lost narwhal in St. Lawrence River

    An unusual visitor has been hanging out in the St. Lawrence River for the past three years: A narwhal, more than 1,000 kilometres south of its usual range.

    But the lone narwhal is not alone — it appears he has been adopted by a band of belugas.

    The narwhal — thought to be a juvenile male because of its half-metre-long tusk — was filmed in July playing among a pod of young belugas, thought to be mostly or all males.

    The video was taken by the Group for Research and Education on Marine Mammals (GREMM), a non-profit group dedicated to whale research, conservation and education based in Tadoussac, Que.

    “It behaves like it was one of the boys,” said Robert Michaud, the group’s president and scientific director

    Aww. So adorable.


    No, my black, dead heart! Do not dare to love
    The lonely narwal. Back in your cold cage!
    One beat, two beats, three–a rush of warm blood.
    Save me, Alien Sex Fiend! Save your true son!

     

  • The Beer Wars:  An Incomplete History of the American Beer Industry (pt 1)

    Part I – Pre-prohibition

    This is part one (of five) in a series of the Beer Wars in America (primarily 1970-1990) and some before and after history.  There are much better beer historians than me who would be far more accurate.  At the end of each piece, I am going to include how the period in question effected a local brewery to me, Falls City.  It adds a bit of individuality to a big picture story.  And now let us begin.

    In the beginning of America there was beer, and it was good, but it wasn’t really an industry so I am going to ignore it.  The Mayflower had beer, Washington and Franklin brewed beer, some breweries existed on the Eastern Seaboard.  But the exciting stuff happened with a combination of the industrial revolution and the German invas…ummm, immigration wave in the 19th century.  This was followed by the commercial use of refrigeration and an industry was born.

    Below is a not-so-random selection of mostly-German, mostly Midwest, breweries that were founded in the mid 19th century and would continue to play a major part in our story in the late 20th century.  This list is by no means complete, but it gives you a flavor of the Germanic character of the industry in these days.

    Yuengling, 1829, Pottsville
    Falstaff, 1838, St Louis
    Ballantine, 1840, Newark
    Schaefer, 1842, New York
    Pabst 1844, Milwaukee
    Schlitz 1849, Milwaukee
    Stroh 1850, Detroit
    Blatz, 1851, Milwaukee
    Anheuser-Busch, 1852, St Louis
    Christian Moerlein, 1853, Cincinnati
    Leibmann, 1854, Brooklyn
    Hudepohl, 1855, Cincinnati
    Miller, 1855, Milwaukee
    Jacob Schmidt, 1855, St Paul
    Heileman, 1858, La Crosse
    Christian Schmidt, 1860, Philadelphia
    Hamm, 1865, St Paul
    Coors, 1873, Golden
    Sterling, 1880, Evansville
    Pfeiffer, 1882, Detroit
    Anchor, 1896, San Francisco

    The Seibel Institute in Chicago taught brewing in German up until World War I.  The Brewmaster’s meetings at Budweiser were held in German up until about the 1960s.  The inability to speak German limited a brewer’s advancement in the company in the first half of the 20th century.

    Prior to this time, American breweries were based in the English tradition and were primarily Ales.  Lager became King with the German influence.  In 1873 there were 4,131 breweries in America, a number that would not be topped until late 2015.  In the 60 years from 1865 to 1915, the amount of beer produced and the per capita drinking increased dramatically (from 3 to 18 gallons per capita per annum).  However, the number of breweries decreased as industrialization and refrigeration allowed for larger breweries.  See the chart below:

    1865-1915

    Year National Production (millions of barrels) Number of Breweries Average Brewery Size (barrels)
    1865 3.7 2,252 1,643
    1870 6.6 3,286 2,009
    1875 9.5 2,783 3,414
    1880 13.3 2,741 4,852
    1885 19.2 2,230 8,610
    1890 27.6 2,156 12,801
    1895 33.6 1,771 18,972
    1900 39.5 1,816 21,751
    1905 49.5 1,847 26,800
    1910 59.6 1,568 38,010
    1915 59.8 1,345 44,461

    Source: United States Brewers Association, 1979 Brewers Almanac, Washington DC: 12-13.

    Of course, by the next line in the chart, the number was zero.  At least legally.  But that is a story for another post.

    At the beginning of the 20th century, Central Consumers Company, an alliance of Louisville breweries, had many of the taverns in Louisville under contract as “tied houses.”  Basically, they had a monopoly and a contract to prevent the taverns from buying elsewhere.  Some independent taverns and grocery stores refused to sign on and instead created a cooperative brewery in 1905 – Falls City.  In 1911, Central Consumers tried to buy out Falls City, but the owners chose not to sell.  Falls City would continue to grow and succeed until a horrible shadow fell over the country with the 18th Amendment.

    But there is a point to this part of the story – even in the face of monopoly, there isn’t a need for the government to fix the problem.  The plucky upstarts were able to succeed without subsidy and without selling out.  It’s a libertarian success story … for now.

  • Thursday Morning Links

    In sports, I guess the WNBA season ended? ESPN put it front and center so… congrats to the Seattle(?) Storm. In beisbol, A’s pound the Orioles for 6 straight victories, Mets, Nats, Sawx East get their 100th win, Brewers, Twins, Rockies, Doyers, Rays, Pirates, Braves, Padres, Sawx West, and Los Anaheim all won, as did the World Champion Houston Astros. Goddamn A’s, Houston is 10-1 in September and can’t shake the fucking A’s. But the schedule favors the ‘Stros, whose last 10 games are series with the Angels, Blue Jays, and close with 4 against Baltimore. Speaking of Bal’mer, they take on the Cincinatti Bengals tonight. Gooo, Flaccos!

    Born today, some dude named Milton Hershey and some doc named Walter Reed. Bill Monroe, father of bluegrass; Mel Torme and Roald Dahl.

    Also, on this date five years ago, under the watchful eyes of our families and her daddy’s shotgun, my wife and I were married in her back yard with her being a wee bit pregnant. Afterwards we had a nice lunch at our favorite asian place in Tallahassee and went off to stay at one of the Disney properties for a long weekend. She still has not strangled me for being a jerk, or stabbed me for being an idiot. I definitely married up, so I think I’ll keep her another year. Enough of this sentimental shit and now…. the links!

    Jeebus, New Mexico, get your shit together. I’m not saying its aliens, but… its aliens.

    Some asshole in Bakersfield went on a murder spree before killing himself. From the pattern, it appears that he believed his wife might have been stepping out. Not a good reason for killing people, by the way.

    New York’s Finest still the biggest, baddest, gang in the Big Apple.

    Holy shit, can you imagine if your son fell out a tree-house, stood up and had a fucking meat skewer through is face to the handle? Glad he survived and will make a full recovery.

    And by the way, this stall pattern is what fucked up East Texas so bad last year. Don’t pay attention to the Category rating, 40 inches of rain will fuck things up. Less wind is good, but Florence isn’t nothing.

     

    I’ll put up one of my wife’s favorites. When she wants me to watch this song on her phone, I know its time to put down the booze and head to bed. Love ya, babe!

     

     

  • Site Updates

    As the number of Glibs writing for the community happily continues to grow, I thought it would be nice to give you all a little extra recognition. Because, hey, let’s be honest: that’s really all you get here. 😉

    To that end, I’ve done a couple things. First, if you have written even one article for the community, I’ve upgraded you to Contributor. That’s why your dashboard might look a little different when you login to the site.

    Along with giving you the ability to draft your own future articles–after we give the go-ahead in reply to your proposed article submission form, this also means that your byline and author bio will show on your posts.

    Please be aware that there are currently 2,339 published articles on Glibertarians. I went through them all one by one tonight and tried to make sure I edited them to show your byline and author bio. Going forward this will automatically happen, but I wanted your previous articles to be included.

    Because…I’ve also created a Contributing Writers page for the site, which is linked from the About Us page up top, and is also in the footer navigation.

     

     

    As you can see from this screenshot, the page shows the writer’s avatar, username, bio, and number of posts. The post number button will take a viewer to an index of all the articles by that writer.

    I tried to hit all the posts of current Glibs, but if I inadvertently missed your post among the 2,339, please drop me a note through the website contact form and I’ll correct the oversight.

    Conversely, if for whatever reason you DO NOT want to be included on the Contributing Writers page, let me know that as well and I will remove your listing.

    Since you will now be able to draft your posts, I’m putting together an information page with guidelines on how to turn off the sidebar (etc) and how to let the editors know it’s ready to be reviewed and scheduled. We’ll include a link to that info when we reply to your submission form. No worries, however, if you can’t draft your own posts. We’re here to help!

    Again, sincere thanks from all of the Founders for generous sharing of your interests, thoughts, passions and knowledge. The Glibertariat make the community what it is. We truly would not still be here without all of you.

     

    Moving on. A couple weeks ago I added a Downloads page to the site, linked up top and in the footer menu. At the moment this includes Hatcher’s Notebook recommended by Suthenboy, and Defense Distributed’s free plans. I imagine there will be other resources added in the future.

    I’m off to catch a couple hours sleep. Have a great day!

     

     

  • Poll: Lost Friends & Family

    As most of you know, this past weekend OMWC and I had a lovely dinner with A Leap at the Wheel and Pope Jimbo. During which I asked if they had any suggestions for this week’s poll.

    Pope Jimbo’s response was, perhaps, predictable

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    However, Leap had a great suggestion, and so, I present this week’s poll with a big H/T to Leap!
     
     

    How many friends have you lost due to your politics?

    How many family members have stopped speaking to you due to your politics?

    Do you have any suggestions for future GlibPolls? If yes, email to: poll at thiswebsite dot com

    Discuss!

  • Wednesday Afternoon Links

    Well, well, well, here we are on hump day and I’m not dead yet. Speaking of not dead yet, if you live on the Carolina coast, or inland from there prone to flooding, get the fuck out. Its going to be nasty by tomorrow morning. You’ll be waiting for the Cajun Navy to pick your ass up, with no power, hoping rapesquatches stay in their caves during floods.

    FIrst of all, go read SF’s latest Hat & Hair if you haven’t yet.

    It’s good to see Microsoft go back to their asshole roots. Bruh, Edge sucks. I mean, Chrome and Firefox also manage to suck almost as bad, but not quite.

    Health officials warn of “chaos” if federal judge suspends the ACA. I got a semi just reading the headline.

    There’s even hope for the Walter Pecks of the world now that man born without penis (XY sex chromomes) has member crafted from scratch.

    Aww, sweetheart. Your soy-boy who was so big into affirmative consent was only using it to talk you into a one night stand? How sad. PUAs take note.

    Chicago wants to get into the, uh, selective basic income subsidy* game.

    *Several here have noted that all “universal basic income” programs have been neither universal nor enough to actually be a basic income substitute

     

  • The Cap and The Wig: Scene XCVI – The Tragedy of Goode King Donald

    I Am Part of the Resistance Inside the Trump Administration: I work for the president but like-minded colleagues and I have vowed to thwart parts of his agenda and his worst inclinations.

    DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

    King Donald
    Embattled Ruler of a Western Land

    Queen Melancholia
    His Foreign Wife

    The Royal Cap
    The King’s Advisor

    The Royal Wig
    Cachier-de-Honte,
    Gentleman of the Bedchamber

    Pie
    Aide-de-Camp

    Act XCIV. Scene I.

    King Donald
    Traitors are all mine eyes can see. Foul
    Betrayal from every quarter, every hand.
    Who does conspire against our august light,
    I, Donald, such a good and noble king?

    The Royal Cap
    Anonymous? Choad-choked cowards, say I
    Come out and fight fair, so we may fall on you
    With all our appetites and might, to rend,
    Like starvling weiner dogs their snausages!

    His Royal Wig
    Who could be the hand of the dread deep state?
    Who has dipped his pen in poisoned ink?
    Does ghostly Pence seek your crown and throne?
    Spymaster Pompeo, lich of whispers?

    His Royal Cap
    Forsooth! Thou do talkest like a big fag!
    ‘Tis no Pence, No Pompeo, the villain
    Is near, a viper in Donald’s very breast.
    Melancholia! This house ill suits her!

    King Donald
    Slander not my dear Melancholia,
    You who seek to Make Dondonia Great Again.
    Her swamp pussy is yet most tender and sweet,
    And her eyes narrow delightfully tight.

    His Royal Wig
    Foul cap, work of demon haberdashers–
    The Royal Melancolia is the best!
    She is above all reproach, drag her not
    Into the gutter in which you wallow.

    His Royal Cap
    To refuse my insight and fair counsel,
    Leads the King astray from his truest friend.
    The rest are gone: The Fair Hope, The Sloven Steve,
    Spicey Sean and Preibus, Fucker of Rats…

    King Donald
    Squabble not my excellent courtiers,
    We must unite to ferret out this traitor,
    Find who did lay a’pon your king’s brow
    This Judas Kiss.

    PIE CALLS FROM OFFSTAGE

    His Royal Cap
    Harken, Hairpiece, something waddles our way!
    ‘Tis King Donald’s Courtesan of Kitchens,
    The Intemperate Pie, who throws rank scraps
    To the braying lap-dogs of pen and ink.

    ENTER PIE, SINGING

    Pie
    Blackberry and blueberry
    pe-can and quince
    Sift the flour, knead the dough
    Strawberry–So sweet!
    Rhubarb–So tart!
    Allspice and cinnamon,
    Nutmeg and mace,
    Cherry, ap-ple and peach
    All go in the oven
    To make pies for me, me, me!

    King Donald
    Ah, Sarah… so loyal and round. My Voice,
    My Word made wobbly flesh. My Will, My Power
    In a bright dress. Approach my sticky one…
    Faithful Pie, always well-fed and so gay!

    Pie
    I never! Wait, what have you heard? Fake news!
    Sure, there was that time in college… Fake news!
    She was the RA in my dorm… Fake news!
    Jesu did judge us like Father said… Fake news!

    The Royal Cap
    (to the troubled Wig)
    How like a sow she must have snorted and
    Rooted for that poor girl’s meaty truffle.
    You laugh not at mine jest, dearest brother?
    Why doest thy countenance darken so?

    His Royal Wig
    I have great fear upon me, my headmate.
    Secret hand signals. Secret listeners.
    Goode King Donald is but a simple beast.
    I quail at the duty to keep him safe.

    His Royal Cap
    My night terrors are diffuse and ill-formed;
    Like fingers of fog creeping in a moor.
    No fears for our king, but that you and I
    Will be unmasked as simple metaphors.

    END SCENE