Dec 28, 2021
Sam: I am your king, long may I reign!
Blaine: Well I didn’t vote for you!
Artie: You don’t vote for kings.
Blaine: Well how’d you become king then?
Sam: Artie of the Lake, their arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Sam, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.
Blaine: Listen. Strange people lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
