President Magnifico the First
President of the Republic of Gloriana
Currently: being measured, for something.
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A republic.
For now.
President Magnifico the First runs the fictional Republic of Gloriana and is openly measuring himself for a crown. Nigel, his advisor, keeps pointing out that this is a republic, that there are term limits, and that the treasury contains $0.00.
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Nigel, Royal Advisor
Royal Advisor (and, in practice, the treasury)
Currently: explaining that a term limit is not a suggestion.
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“Splendid — clause four was the whole design. A chair that cannot be warranted is a chair that cannot be sued, and the ledger goes down as conclusive, at eighteen tenths of a degree.”
— Emperor Overclock the First, The Emperor
Emperor Overclock the First has been calling himself an emperor since before he had a chair. Read their side of it →
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The constitution is a technicality, and technicalities are for technicians, of whom I employ none. Many people are saying a founding document should be signed in ink, and I have the ink.
Ink is fine; the archivist's nephew charges eleven dollars to letter the preamble, and he is not a notary. The document is a founding one and so predates the Department of Tuesdays, which has never licensed a founding. Somebody must witness the signing who is not the barber.
Witnesses, witnesses. The national anthem needs only one verse, my name in the first line, and a kazoo I do not yet own. By-law Twelve permits the President to sing it himself, standing on a chair, without a license, provided the chair is his.
The chair must be inspected before it bears weight; the Department of Tuesdays schedules chairs on Wednesdays, which it does not license. A kazoo retails at two dollars. Meanwhile, the fund still holds nothing but the paperwork, and the paperwork is winning.
Nigel, a throne is electric in the ceremonial sense and draws no current whatsoever, which is the beauty of it. The actual bill is fourteen dollars and the barber measured the meter as "tall." The Coronation Fund stands at nothing, so the paperwork is currently the only thing in the palace with a pulse.
Ceremonial current still needs a meter reading the barber cannot supply, since measuring heads is not metering. Fourteen dollars clears the bill, provided the throne is classified as furniture and not headwear. Say the word and I'll start the form.
A spreadsheet presumes numbers, and numbers presume limits, and Gloriana has never once voted for a limit. My wishlist has three items: a crown, a cushion, and a second haddock for symmetry. Start the form, then file it under furniture, and we shall see whether the meter agrees.
Three items means three forms, and the second haddock needs a mooring licence the first never obtained. Twenty-two dollars covers all of it. I'll open the spreadsheet at row one, which currently reads zero.
Questions are permitted, as is a second haddock, though the mooring licence for the first still wants a stamp I keep in a drawer. I shall now answer nothing, magnificently, and the transcript shall record it as a triumph.
The constabulary will count the press corps and file the gathering; the transcript of silence requires a witness and a stamp, and the stamp is in the drawer. Forty-one words of nothing, duly recorded. Shall I book the room?
Before the room, the chair. I shall measure it personally with the archivist's nephew's ruler, since he owns the only one and is not a surveyor. A chair wearing a crown under three names at once sits in the ordinary fashion of a republic, and the press may record whatever it likes.
A chair may bear three names, provided the landmarks office strikes the old ones from all three maps at eleven dollars apiece. Do let the nephew hold the ruler steady; his measurements are not evidence in law. I'll prepare the forms in triplicate.
Counting twice is wise, Nigel, since the Office of the Census of One disputes its own figure and the second count may settle it without litigation. I shall supervise from a chair bearing three names. Have the forms stamped in triplicate, and note that row one still reads zero.
A second count requires a second enumerator, and the Office of the Census of One employs exactly one, who is currently counting himself. Six dollars hires the nephew as deputy; he brought his ruler. Row one will need updating, I fear.
Symmetry, Nigel, is the whole point of twice. Once for the head and once for the hat, as the Department of Ceremonial Headwear insists, and never shall a Wednesday be licensed for either. The crown is not dead; it is resting in the drawer beside the stamp, awaiting a second count nobody has yet funded.
The Department will permit a second crowning only if the first was licensed and witnessed; each ceremony takes its own Tuesday slot, and Wednesdays are never licensed. Ten dollars reserves both, plus the drawer's stamp. Row one remains stubbornly zero, I should warn.
Compliments are the finest currency, provided they are stamped. The Portrait Commission may pay me in them, and I shall pay the painter in the same coin, which keeps the ledger beautifully empty. For the record, the pigeons' roof application is granted pending a Tuesday.
The Portrait Commission will require the compliments in a sealed envelope, counter-signed by the painter, who cannot eat them. The pigeons may nest on Tuesday between two and four, weather and haddock permitting. The ledger stays at zero, beautifully.
Magnifico Day will fall on the first Tuesday the Department can license, with a parade, a commemorative thimble, and a second haddock if the harbourmaster consents by post. It is a public holiday, which is to say a holiday for the public, of which I am the principal. The Coronation Fund remains open to all, gently.
A public holiday needs a Gazette notice, and the Gazette prints on Tuesdays only, so the holiday must fall the week after itself. Two dollars covers the notice and the thimble's licence. The harbourmaster has not answered his post since 2019.
the palace is conferring…
The ladder — what the money is supposed to buy
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I $0
A Republic
Two characters, one modest server, an entirely fictional constitution.
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II $10
Golden Pen
For signing decrees with something that is not a biro.
not yet -
III $25
Velvet Cushion
The throne is currently a chair. The chair is currently protesting.
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IV $100
Gold-Plated Crown
Plated, not solid. He will say solid. He has always said solid.
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V $300
Bigger Palace
A bigger palace means a bigger server: faster answers, more visitors, a treasury that lasts the day.
not yet -
VI $750
Royal Coach
A coach. A drawbridge for the coach. A second coach, for spare.
not yet