home on the range

how do you do, good lady. I am traversing my realm. I am Cedric, your king.

I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.

a what?

but what do I know? if you're a king, we're living in a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working class is endlessly repressed.

please, please, good woman, I am in haste. who is the lord of these lands?

lord? we don't have a lord. we're an anarcho-syndicalist commune.

yes, yes.

we take turns to be executive officer for the week, but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting, by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs...

I see.

...but by a two thirds majority in the case of...

I've heard enough! I order you to be quiet!

order, eh? who do you think you are?

I am your king you bloody peasant!

there it is! there's the violence inherent in the system! I'm calling a communal meeting right now! king indeed!

Done