The Jesters are running the court. When the King has failed in policy, he turns to piracy. It has been said that a pirate ship was the first true republic with elected leaders. There is a difference between a Pirates and Privateer. Independent Pirates seek no sheltering state, they worship the thrones of currency. Privateers the freelancing warriors of a failing state, attacking success it is declared success is the enemy of the state.

The annotating oils bless the head of the Queen. The privateers know the protections of Monarchy. This is the smart move by the merchants to the Queen. Her Highness the Queen understands who her friends are. Happily she enabl5e them. The admiration is mutual.

The stories of 17th century piracy are plentiful.

The intrigue in the marbled halls of the palace trickle down to you and me effecting our lives and moral well being. What is good for the goose applies to the gander while the foxes have a field day. The hallowed halls reverberate with the echoes of a muddy Woodstock. The truth of dialog is lost.

Here we are in the muddy fields filled with good vibrations. Let us not loose sight of the steeds of yesterday. The iron beasts of the highway. The analog automobile. The world was unknowingly on the precipice of great revolution. One small step for mankind, a shot heard from beyond this world. Fly by wire through a series of ones and zeros.

Revolution was a Ironclad ship against wooden frigates. The world changes from war to peace. Battle ships are forged into cruse ships. Eat drink and be merry. New technologies turn against the enemy.

Nixon was on the front page playing ping pong with a paper tiger. Below the fold pong was the news you could control on TV. Spin the knob and control the paddle and dominate your enemies. With game of pong began the battle for world supremacy. A digital collection of pixels versus an analog celluloid sphere in direct competition for our souls.

In a seeming blink of the eye Napster arrived. Digital vibrations for all! Uncle Sam screams in protest “You must pay” so we did. The digital war was on. What do you listen to? Has it been approved by big brother, the darker state. They know what you are listening to, they will change your mind, cause thee can.

A digital world of charges changes all. Photons and electrons become masters of thought. Who is king again, the wizard behind the curtain has the answer. You, me, yesterday is the future. In whose fifedom do we wakeup. History repeats. As unknowingly simple marionettes, we dance the photons dance. Light is our puppeteer.

Poor Yorick, I knew him well.