Word of the Day: Noblesse Oblige

Dearest Friends:

I find educating the public to be an obligation for those of us with social prominence in the Historic Core. So today I shall remind those in political positions of power of their burden, their noblesse oblige.

You see, you are my social inferior. Nevertheless, I shall never remind you, or others in your social standing, of this fact. Actually, I shall go out of my way to mingle and act with comity at required points of social contact. Such as the ladies tea party after having won a May Basket award, the fifth year in a row. Or during post riding brandies at the Clagett Farm in South County. Or shooting doves on the Eastern Shore with my man servant. You get the idea.

This is my noblesse oblige.

Lamentably, this is so lacking in our citte government. The public glee with which Mr. Smith and Mayor Cohen make public threats on the radio and destroy careers, as sad and paltry as they may be, is distressing to my gentle demeanor. In fact, Mr. Smith is veritably giddy in his wanton destruction of the sinews of democratic government. They have even surrounded themselves with a cordon of constabulary to prevent any social intercourse whatsoever.

Mr. Smith and crew enroute another firing.

I believe this reflects poor breeding. Mayor Cohen was raised on Monticello Avenue, a noted locale for hot heads and Historic wannabes. Heaven knows where Mr. Smith is from. Certainly not from the Historic Core of the citte.

Let us hope Mr. Smith and Mayor Cohen will begin to better treat those who have served us for years with fidelity and honor yet have unjustly found themselves under their axe. After all, noblesse oblige requires us to veil our distain.

Merci beaucoup.

King of George