Needless to say (yet always included), this was a real and unpleasant situation. As any breeding ground for any revolution is. Just ask the French. Ask the decapitated heads of state. Talking heads for sure.
Formerly talking heads. Former cake eaters. Former Louis Fourteen family members. Poseurs of heads of state. Monarch butterflies. Holders of the key to what was espoused as the public vault. Which may have been public once (when that was, nobody could remember), but was consigned to private yard sale.
Selling back the very country the people could barely afford, yet paid for through the teeth.
Selling back the very ocean of blood sweat and tears that has no name.