So all I can do now is use my own lighthouse to shine light on the history and the path forward. Therefore, every final Thursday of November, I take stock of my gratitude and thankfulness and further my resolve to do whatever small part I can to heal where I can.

It's like an old school emperor who refuses to walk unless flowers are thrown in his path... What an asshole.
And Mel just glaring at him... Volumes.
Perfectly encapsulates the useless incompetence of the children of opulence.

I mean... The complete lack of comprehension of what was happening, the confusion, the dumbfounded look, the sense of entitlement when he realized he'd actually have to *walk a flight of stairs*... It was hilarious.