You do not realize this because I do not like to make a big deal of it. I am only mentioning it because I have been asked by my superior to talk about this. Obedient and loyal servant that I am, I obey. We are going to talk about Sealand today. Then, after the paywall, I am going to talk about real New Orleans royalty.
I have dual citizenship. I am, first and foremost, a U.S. citizen, as red, white, and blue as the day is long, a real Yankee Doodle Dandy. I salute the flag and all it stands for. I am also, however, a citizen of Sealand, the world’s smallest country. I have been a citizen of Sealand for years, almost for as long as I have been a Catholic.
I got the order from Prince James to share this video. I am a loyal subject. Apparently the principality needs some good PR. I think they have a new soccer team.
My official title is Baron Matthew Boniface Gordon King. Around New Orleans, I prefer being addressed as Mister rather than Baron because Baron King sounds stupid and I, of all people, hate to put on airs. Having the last name King is not the blessing that everyone thinks it is, no matter how much I have grown into my skin.
Baron Ignatowski, now that is a name that has a nice ring to it.
When I became a baron, it only cost $25.00. Not a bad investment for a lifetime of privilege. It now costs $50.00. Even a micronation is not immune to inflationary spirals. Depending on how old you are, $50.00 amortized over a lifetime is pennies a year. Who cannot afford to be of noble blood at a price like that?
New Orleans is a microcosm of the wider world. I do not mean in a moving and shaking kind of world-important way. What I mean is that you witness the gamut of the human condition in New Orleans on any given day.
I am going to talk about that now.