One of the most powerful kingdoms at the time had a guy who wanted to fundamentally change his kingdom into something his subjects really didn’t care for. This king was pushing a cult of his own making, and even though he considered himself a god, his family started dying off. One by one by one, and then his queen. About this time I would have started doubting my deity and maybe he did too but we are never going to know because he died. (Sometimes I wonder if he might not have run into somebody like the Clinton family). Pretty quick after his death everybody looked around at each other and decided to kill the green new deal, put things back the way it was, and forget the whole thing. To help them forget, they pretended like that king never existed. They chiseled his image off everything, got rid of everything with his name on it, and just like that, he gone. Akhenaten.

I have an uneasy feeling that a whole lot of Americans are just standing around with chisels in their hand, more than ready to get rid of any evidence of the worse decision ever made by a free people. Trust me when I say that you may pretend it never happened, but as long as ol’ Blue Moon is around, you won’t be forgetting. Nope. Akhbrandon.

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