We Morals Tutors to Dynasts have never been more needed. You just have to watch the news to see how important child-rearing is when raising a person above the laws of man, God, and Nature, to rule us in a State of Emergency, or at least ongoing consternation. Think of the difference potty training, self control, self-awareness, humility, a sense of humor, and respect for the interests of others could make in creating a better breed of Casino Owners, lobbyists, or legislators. We pay the price now or later. Better that people like me and Tutor get to the future dynasts young enough to mold them. And that is also why we who have taken and lived up to the vow of poverty are best. We have no conflicts of interest! We have nothing and will never have anything, other than the pure delight of working with our young charges; in this case, for Tutor, it is Audrey. He cannot save us from the mess made by poor impulse training for those in charge now, or overcome the injuries done by cold, ambitious parents, the hole that leaves in the heart, but he can lay a foundation for the future, when one family, one woman, good Queen Audrey, owns all that is and protects and optimizes her domain. Join me now, in my Dumpster, as your Omniscient Narrator as I make things up as to the doings in the Castle by the Sea, maybe off the coast of Scotland. It is safer this way. No fiction has ever sued, tortured, or jailed his or her creator.
Tutor is stretched out on Audrey's bed in black priest pants, flip flops, and a faded Walter Mondale for President T-Shirt. He is reading Boethius in Latin, pencil in hand, marking up the margins. Audrey is playing with blocks on the floor, building towers high as she can, and then crashing into them her pink Barbie Cadillac Convertible, with her Thelma and Louise dolls inside. Says Audrey, challengingly, to her Private Morals Tutor, "What is a fact, Tutor?" To which he responds, "It is a fact that if you stand on your hands your red hair will touch the floor." So Audrey does, and Tutor is right, her stiff red hair not only touches the floor, it crinkles against it. Upside down Audrey says, "But what if we are only fictions, Tutor, in the mind of some greater power?" "Well," says Tutor, "that may well in fact be a fact, but I know the poor man, in whose mind we are figments, and he is far from a greater power, believe me. Our author is a shmuck and sadly our readers, too. Wealth Advisors, Trust Bankers, Family Office Staff, Brokers of Kidnap Insurance, Body Guards, Fine Arts and Gems, Nannies, and Moral Advisors as Fraudulent, and morally bankrupt, as me but without the cultural literacy, sense of humor or self awareness." "Is that really true?," asks Audrey, wanting to know. "Yes," Tutor says, "It is a fact and I can prove it. I will introduce you to Phil some day, and you can see for yourself. With luck I can spare you any contact with his readers, The Most Trusted Advisors to families like yours. They could do you so much harm. Their virtue and wisdom might rub off on you, and where would we be then? Not just us, but the world?"
Ah, is all that true? Or, did I just now make it up, hands trembling before taking the first drink of the morning? I don't even know myself half the time. What, then amidst the delusions, our shared trance, or psychosis, is real? To me Audrey and Tutor are more real than what I read in the Main Stream Media, or on Twitter, even, or Breitbart News, or on Infowars, even. And to my fictions, at least to Tutor, I am real, though clearly I am merely a narrative convenience. An Unreliable Narrator, blind drunk by noon, who fancies himself Omniscient only because he makes it up. I am not sure if there are facts or not, but I do know we need better stories if we Dynastic Wealth Advisors are to raise the heirs of our betters as moral beings. How much time do you think we have? Another generation? Do we have that long? I hope so because by then Audrey's Family will own it all, and she can do better than our current leaders, even at nine and one half, even standing on her head, bristling red hair brushing the floor. And when Tutor has done his work, as her enabler, she like Joan of Arc, will set our world to rights, at least for a moment, before one power falls and another rises.