​The King of Trump Tower showed up in Toronto

 
This morning I enjoyed a Tim Horton coffee on Adelaide St W, west of Bay, in Toronto.

When I finished, I walked slowly on Adelaide heading east.

A big black guy joined. He was relatively well dressed, and he obviously wanted to talk.    He did not look like a beggar. I put my mask on, he didn’t.

He asked: “Do you know the 10 names of Joseph?”

He was not more specific than that, but my guess was that he referred to the father of Jesus Christ. I never understood why someone should have so many names, except to confuse everybody. Besides, from what I know that Joseph did not have 10 names, except if I consider modern diminutive names. I wanted to cut the discussion short.  “No,” I said.

He turned toward me, and that made my decision difficult (turn around and hurry up, or continue walking), since he did not have the damn mask on.

He asked: “Do you know who I am?”

“No,” I answered politely.

“I am a King, and I owe the that square,” and he points toward the square having St Regis building on it.

Now, it may seem strange, but there were only the few more steps to the next intersection (where I wanted to take another route than him and hurry up), and I wanted to know how errand his mind was; besides, he did not seem to ask any favor, except listening. I asked, “You owe that building?”

“Of course, every square in this city has a King. That one is mine.”

I asked, “Do you know that until 2 years ago that building was named Trump Tower?”

He looked puzzled. I continued, “who decided to change its name?”

“Me, of course,” he said, then he changed the subject.  “That square,” and he stretched his hand toward south, somewhere, “is owned by a French King.”

I said nothing, so, he told me in few words the French King’s story. “He was killed, but he was reborn, like Jesus Christ.”

At the intersection I turned left and said, “I am sorry, I have to hurry home,” and with quick steps I departed. He did not follow.

Now, I was wondering if that guy wanted to have fun and mock me, or he really believed he is a king. His attitude was intriguing, maybe he practiced it for a while; he displayed a certain superiority, like a royal, trying to be kind and understanding with less fortunate guys - like myself.

Here is what I think now: I would have taken the former, but what I see happening south of the border, made me reconsider (let alone the coincidence).

Does Trump think he is like a king? I am sure he thinks that he is more than that, a modern Emperor. He managed to bend the whole justice system and work for him, and pushed down to its knees the Republican Party, who worship him like he is a deity. In full display.

The king I met today wanted recognition and as far as I know nobody wants to dethrone him. He can keep the kingdom in his head. But the Emperor in the South wants to stay in power even if thousands die or suffer for it, or if his Empire will regress to Middle Ages.

The minds of the two men I compare are similar in a way, but the one in the South have more means at his disposal; too many; and his Empire is not virtual.
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