King George II by America's most controversial writer Author Bob Miller

King George II

Few, if any, of those who had been invited to watch the horse drawn carriage make its way through the gates to the big white house where the newly appointed little king would reside had any reservation whatsoever about him being absolutely perfect for the job. The intellectuals were not troubled by the possibility of the little king presenting them with any challenges. The wealthiest two percent watching were confident that the little king, like the other kings they had put in place, would increase their holdings. The middle class members of the kingdom, as expected, hadn’t bothered to show up. It was assumed they were where they could usually be found, cheering on their favorite professional gladiators as they wrestled, played jump ball or raced chariots. There were a few protesters who showed up, but they were mostly indigent people who the others did their best to ignore. At any rate, the little king would soon be sending them off on a mission that would thin their ranks considerably.

Even though a certain Mr. Murphy had not yet been credited with what would soon be known forevermore as Murphy’s Law, he was on hand. A problem that no one had anticipated soon popped up. The little king hated the day-to-day job of being king. To his credit, he had tried to make it clear to everyone that all he’d ever done or wanted to do was smoke locoweed and party. But his father, who had once been a king, was determined to find something his son could do. One of the guards who supplied the little king with his supply of locoweed, speaking on the condition of anonymity, said that when questioned by one of the old king’s friends, a guy with Big Hal’s Mud Company, an alias for a large band of mercenaries who had put a lot of coins in the little king’s treasure chest, said that the little king complained to the Big Hal guy that he wasn’t having any fun. This guard alleged that the Big Hal guy replied, “I’ve known all along that you set the standard of insanity for the whole world, but being this irresponsible comes as a surprise. Either you get things going as planned or you’ll end up as part of a mudpack.”

Now talk about a lucky break. A man who the little king’s father had cheated in a secret business arrangement was plotting his revenge. Somehow this black knight presumed hurting anyone who was a member of this kingdom would also hurt the old king and his worthless son. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

At the exact moment that the little king’s popularity was hovering just above zero and the boys at Big Hal were getting ready to give the little king a facial, this revenge plan was carried out. Hoping the little king could somehow capitalize on this deed, his handlers rushed him to the scene. The Big Hal organization and the others who had chipped in and paid nine wizards to cast a spell so the little king would get the job couldn’t have been more surprised or delighted. For possibly the first time in his life, the little king was doing what no one on earth could do better. He stood among the heroes of the day and siphoned off every drop of glory that was humanly possible.

There was no way for the members of the kingdoms around the world to have known that the little king was just getting started…

King George II, by Bob Miller, author of Angel Named Zabar, Taciturn, Toto Coelo - Bob Miller is one of America's most controversial writers. He has traveled the world over as a golf instructor and golf ambassador and worked as the golf professional on Holland America’s ms Westerdam. Bob served as a pilot in Vietnam in 1969. He was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross and the Air Medal. He challenged Richard Shelby for a seat in the U.S. Senate in 1992.