Real Kings, No Kings & the Met Gala

Spring arrived as a stunning display of elite ostentation and rabid hypocrisy, interrupted only by yet another attempt on the president’s life.

No Kings rallies continued across the land. They seemed a sea of angry white liberals, many seniors, agitating about the tyranny of Orange Man Bad, with signs spelling 86-47, inciting his assassination. And this they mean to achieve by equating Donald Trump, who has Jewish grandchildren, with Adolf Hitler, who would have killed them.

Then the protests morphed into the May Day rallies led by woke Democrat teachers. Same theme, younger crowd. Although one gray-haired women received attention as she tried without success to destroy an effigy of Donald Trump. She sported a t-shirt that told you everything you needed to know. “Do Unto Others What You Would Have Them Do Unto You.,” it said. No self-awareness.

The rallies were paid for by two billionaires — George Soros and Neville Roy Singham, a tech mogul who lives in Shanghai, China. These are the same billionaires that millionaire Bernie Sanders calls part of “an oligarchy,” the ruling aristocrats. Sanders calls himself a Democratic Socialist. This man has been living well off the public trough in the House and the Senate for 36 years. His is a false virtue.

Inevitably, their rhetoric — the Left’s repetition of vicious talking points — is putting a bullseye on Trump’s back. One radicalized left-wing activist from California tried to kill him and wipe out his administration at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner.

Trump is planning on a dinner re-do, which might rescue the organization, but the event will forever be characterized by elitist journalists who, after briefly taking cover under tables during an active shooting, rose to steal the wine bottles left on the table by the fleeing crowd. Proving only that there is no shame like entitled arrogance.

So it was ironic but not surprising recently when Democrats in Congress gave rapturous ovations for a Literal King, Charles III, the sovereign of Great Britain, which we rebelled against 250 years ago, necessitating that we stand up an Army.

I thought I saw one Democrat even bow, or maybe it was an awkward curtsy.

Trump quipped that he was impressed by the king’s speech, noting that the Dems never stand for him, even when he asks them to applaud a child with brain cancer.

King Charles, whose only role in British political affairs is the soft power of diplomacy, had arrived to repair the UK-US relationship poisoned by the hapless Keir Starmer, who sent his minions to work for Joe Biden/Kamala Harris in 2024, and who in 2026 failed to allow the US to use British airfields in America’s campaign to rid the world’s greatest state sponsor of terrorism of its nuclear weapons. The king, lately riddled by bullets from Monticeto, won props from the British media for his charm and deft handling of delicate situations. Queen Camilla too.

First Lady Melanie Trump was magnificent, shaming the entire Met crowd with her elegance and stunning taste. Her beehive, in the shape of the White House, delighted the royals, especially when a bee landed on the presidents palm without biting him. Maybe he really was invincible?

As for the president, ever the mastermind, he used the occasion for his favorite theme. As we head into our 250th birthday, he seems eager to rescue the founders, and the founding, from more than a century of criticism at the hands of ideological radicals.

In a speech on the South Lawn, Trump declared that American culture, character, and creed existed long before the nation’s founding, because of what Americans inherited from Britain. “Their veins ran with Anglo-Saxon courage,” he said. Cue the woke outrage. Clinging to their mantra that diversity is our strength, these anti-Americans cried ‘nationalism.’ Trump ignored them. You could sense him painting a visual of the 250 years — whites won the Revolution, pushed westward to expand the nation, even fought a Civil War to purge the nation of slavery. Then he was elected.

Once, Britain boasted the world’s mightiest military, so impressive it took our best warrior, George Washington, eight years to defeat them. What the king’s visit made clear is that 250 later, we are the mighty ones, and they have little to offer but charm. Oh Charles can give advice for US policymakers, and he can win applause from hypocritical Dems who then promote No Kings rallies. But we are Great Britain now.

As if on cue, the Met Gala arrived to remind us of how irrelevant the elite have become. Parading on runways in costumes that looked like they were created by the same people who built Obama’s Library, their performance had nothing to do with fashion or art and everything to do with amorality. Look at me, they seemed to say. I am made in the image of Satan. Sure, take a selfie.

Much was made of the fact that Met organizers snubbed Megan Markle, at the moment the Duchess of Sussex. Vogue editor Anna Wintour instead invited the Princess of Wales Catherine, who reportedly declined. Wintour understands power.

As for the future queen, she understands that the monarchy is of use only in its role as diplomatic soft power, and knows not to taint it with clicks.

If only our elites would take the same lesson.