If eyes are the window to the soul, Chucky Windsor is in big trouble. So understandable after 66 years of indolence. When you can’t brush your own teeth or wipe your own ass (& sometimes get the two mixed up) & aren’t allowed to do a damn thing, there’s an emotional & intellectual vacancy that takes over & eats the brain–very akin to Mad Cow Disease.

When the only ones who understand you are the horses in the royal stable & even they’ve begun to snort in protest when you show up, it may be time to end the thirteen-century monstrosity of feudalism & moochocracy. We don’t even have to wait till neoliberalism, the barbaric phase of capitalism, is trounced.

Fight feudalism. Save Chucky!