#that someday he’ll be replaced by the bum who wears a plastic bag and talks to birds

[olympeline]

Something something the poetic irony that England - one of the Roman Empire’s least loved, bastard sons - would someday grow into the personification with the strongest claim of them all to being Rome’s heir.

Taking up his loathed and lamented conqueror/father’s doctrine of Pax, and even donning a red coat to replace the old scarlet cape once worn by Rome. When the ancient empire walked and ground the world down under his heel, so very long ago