"The fault, dear Brutus, lies not in our stars but in ourselves..."
Or, for another take:
"'f I ... were King... of the Forrrrest... (not Queen - not Duke - not Prince)"
There would be a certain circular poetry in that: a country that was founded during the process of throwing out one King George, who in contemporary popular doggerl had a head that was made of lead, should return to those pre-republican roots by adopting another King George with an equally dense skull.
LOL, Frank!
We are still getting freakin' phone calls. We have begun to answer the phone not with "Hello", but with a considerably more combative "Is this a political call?" I think the drug companies are behind this.