Some moons ago I read about the life of security cops that protect Royal members. 'The elite' cops seemed bored outta-their minds. Much o the time they were backoom charlies who spent their time flipping thru porno mags and gambling(playing cards) I think one or two also divi-d up their time trying to make additional monies by investing in property schemes and wot-not. I guess its a gilded cage: dosh for nought,but that you must be given endless hours wondering what yer doing with your life. Itsa sorta, you've-it-so-good,but-the-life-is-killing-you. They probably get on the booze. I guess itsa strange sorta job they have. Behind the adoring crowds and suckup media,they see the dressed up royals as no better worth than pool attendants(no offence to pool attendents) I wonder what the Royals think o the other presidents and bigwigs they meet at functions. I guess these people will have worked at getting their jobs: killed thousands or possibly tens of thousands to get their acclaim. They then meet the brown nosers like our church leaders. Really,when I think about it,their understanding of the human condition must surpass many I know. They know it all as showtime,them vacuous,others as plebs,and the remainder as deadly snakes.
No wonder the Aliens don't wanna make contact here. Wotta species!