Kara worked on her new book at her palace in Midvale while the rest of the world was in shambles. She had ordered Brainiac 5 to put his ten billion drones into sleep mode which crashed the global economy. The unified planet quickly became divided among nation-states and started fighting for resources. Governments rapidly issued near-worthless currency not based on anything. Nearly all services, industry, and agriculture were programmed exclusively by Brainiac 5 to make them too complex for humans to easily take over. Kara had made a point to ensure humanity was completely dependent on Brainiac 5 for everything. The one nation not affected by the chaos was the New England/Quebec region which included Hartford, Boston, Manchester, Montreal, and Quebec City.

Brainiac 5 entered Kara's study to give her a new report since she rarely left Midvale. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Shitty. I don't like being retired. Maybe it's the Kryptonian in me, but I need purpose, a goal, a battle, a struggle even if you don't win it," Kara said bored. "You might think I am relieved to leave all of this politics behind me, but I'm not. I'm at my lowest point, Barney."

"You have your writings," Brainiac 5 brought up.

"Yes, my memoirs. The book is important to me. I want to set the record straight that the Kara-Era years were not all bad," Kara said.

"If you want to set the record straight, you could talk to this talk show host, David Frost," Brainiac 5 suggested.

"Why would I want to talk with him?" Kara wondered.

"He asked for an interview sometime back, but I found him inappropriate," Brainiac 5 said.

"And now that I've abdicated, he's somehow more appropriate for me?" Kara asked miffed.

"He will be a lot easier than other news networks," Brainiac 5 said delicately.

"Easier but with a lot less credibility," Kara said dismissively.

"I might be able to get better terms with Frost than the Daily Planet. Also, the Daily Planet can barely manage to keep the lights on and is scrambling to figure out how to transmit its broadcast over the Internet. They're having to resort to papers now and no one is buying because there is no currency for it," Brainiac 5 said.

"How would Frost be any different?" Kara asked.

"I can turn the power and the Internet back on momentarily so everyone can see the broadcast and then turn the system back off," Brainiac 5 said.

"Well, that is something," Kara agreed.

Boston

Frost conducted a show on an escape artist in Boston Harbor, which was still business as usual. Behind him was a boat with a man chained up and hanging from a crane. "This is Great Escape and I'm David Frost. We tied him to railroad tracks and he escaped. We buried him alive, and he walks free. Today, we're lowering him into the water to see if he can miraculously cheat death once more," David said to his cameraman.

The escape artist was then lowered into the water. After several minutes, he did not come back up. Alarmed, the crane lifted him back up and found him to be dead. "Well...shit," David realized.

Brainiac 5 obnoxiously called Frost in the middle of the night to see if he was still interested in the deal. "Hello?" David asked sleepily.

"Mr. Forst, Barney Dox," Brainiac 5 introduced himself.

"Who?" David asked ignorantly.

"I represent Queen Kara. Bad time?" Brainiac 5 tested.

"No, not at all," David replied.

"We've looked over your proposal and I can now say that my client is not completely opposed to the idea," Brainiac 5 said to him.

"That's great news," David said ecstatically.

Midvale

As Frost made his way to Midvale, Kara, and Brainiac 5 had a discussion on American President Sword's proposal. "He'll give you a free, full, absolute pardon in exchange for turning the lights back on," Brainiac 5 informed her.

Kara smirked at that. "Tell him to go fuck himself."

"He's here," Brainiac 5 said of Frost.

Kara exited the palace and met with David as he pulled up. "You found the place, alright?" she asked with false sincerity.

"Yes, thank you," David said, shaking her hand. "Your house is very beautiful, very romantic."

"Thank you," Kara said, giving him an odd look.

The two entered Kara's office where Frost was eyed by Brainiac 5 and Mon-El. "This is where Leonid and I had our summit. We talked shit for nine hours. As a souvenir for the visit, I gave Leonid a new hovercar. We got inside for the photographers and the next thing I know, he steps on the gas. Jesus, the way he drove, I'm guessing the last thing he drove was a Ukrainian tractor. He ran over curbs, went over speed bumps, and flew us over a cliff overlooking the coast. And that was the end of him," Kara said reflectively.

"He was a sad man but a noble adversary," Kara recalled.

David simply gave Kara a WTF look but quickly recovered. "You know, I've been challenged to countless duels. I guess that's what this is," Kara said.

"Yeah, well, not really," David said defensively.

"Well, of course, it is," Kara stared directly at him. "And I like that."

After David left, Kara turned to Mon. "What do you think of him?"

"He wears Italian shoes with laces, very effeminate," he judged.

Kara recalled how they both wore boots that automatically fitted to their feet and ankles without laces. "Quite right," she agreed.

Boston

For the interview, David gathered men for his production team. John Brit was a British man initially skeptical of the idea as a matter of ratings and business. John introduced David to Bob Nickles and James Rest. "Delighted to meet you all," David said cheerfully.

"Bob has been doing radio for the last ten years because he's ugly as fuck and Jim has an ax to grind with his new book chronicling the criminal dishonesty, corruption, paranoia, and abuses of power of Queen Kara," John introduced.

"Great that you're both aboard," David said as he shook hands.

"Actually, before I sign on, I'd like to hear what you hope to achieve with this interview," Jim said anxiously.

"Well, I've secured 12 taping days. That's close to 30 hours with the most compelling and controversial politician of our times. Isn't that enough?" David asked.

"Not for me. I'd be leaving my family behind to work on something where what I want to achieve isn't happening," Jim told him off.

"Alright, what do you want to achieve?" David asked politely.

"I'd like to give Queen Kara the trial she never had. I want to nail her ass," Jim said resolved.

"Of course, we'll be asking difficult questions," David assured him.

"Difficult questions? Countless people are dead due to her wars of conquest and all the rebellions she put down. She's only escaping jail because she's a so-called superhero," Jim doubted.

"Assuming she's the bitch you say she is, if we go after her in a knee-jerk way, it could create more sympathy for her," David considered.

"I doubt it's even possible to generate sympathy for Queen Kara. She devalued the Crown and left the planet in trauma. The people of Earth need a conviction, pure and simple. The integrity of our political system of democracy entirely depends on it," Jim insisted. "If, in this interview, Queen Kara is exonerated, that would be the greatest crime of all."

"Look, the reality of the situation is that with Queen Kara abdicating, all of her drones have shut down. Outside of this country, there is no energy, food, water, utilities of any kind, transportation, security, Internet, or even basic communications. Outside this country, the world is fucked. And the only reason this country isn't fucked is because the queen happens to be residing in Midvale. On the other hand, the queen is corrupt as fuck. So, we must play a balancing act to restore sympathy and political power to the queen...while holding her accountable with some kind of confession. Then, when this is all over, we're going to be famous and highly ranked," David told them all.

Midvale

Kara waited for David and his crew to set everything up in the living room. Once they were done, she came down to meet them. "Bob Nickles, my executive editor," David introduced him to her.

"How do you do?" Kara asked politely.

"Pleasure, Your Highness," Bob said politely.

"And Jim Rest, one of my researchers," David introduced.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Rest," Kara said and offered her hand to him. Jim stared at Kara with a mixture of horror and disgust but eventually snapped out of it. He shook her hand after a long painful awkward silence.

"Your Highness," he squeaked out.

Kara then turned away from them to the spot where they would be seated. "Wow, that was devastating. I don't think she'll ever get over that," Bob mocked.

"Yeah, fuck off," Jim said scornfully.

Kara and David went over to where the cameras were set up. "I am the epitome of perfection. I don't need make-up or a hair stylist," she told John who was producing the whole thing.

"Well, okay then," he said and then focused more on David.

The two sat down as David was still being worked on. "Don't worry about me sweating under the lights. I don't do that," Kara assured him.

"Is that a Kryptonian thing?" David asked curiously.

"No, it's a 'me' thing," Kara clarified. "I mean, I can if I want to when it's appropriate."

"When would it ever be appropriate?" David wondered.

"Well, when I play sports or combatives, Mon likes it when he sees that I'm breaking a sweat. It's hard on a man when a woman appears perfect and unruffled during a fight," Kara said.

"I can see that," David nodded.

"Or, like, when I have sex with him. It helps to lubricate things and keep all the body parts sliding past one another," Kara added."

"Right," David said stunned.

"So, you trim your eyebrows?" Kara asked.

"No," David shook his head.

"Of course not," Kara realized. "You look the part, you look born to be on television. I should know. I was in that business for a few years."

"As a Catco reporter, I recall," David said, having read her autobiography.

"Right. Hey, those shoes, they're Italian?" Kara asked of them.

"Yes," David confirmed.

"And you don't find them effeminate?" Kara asked derisively.

"No," David said awkwardly.

"Well, I suppose someone in your line of work can get away with it," Kara allowed.

David was slightly jilted by Kara but kept his cool as the interview began. "Your Royal Highness, we're going to be covering a lot of subjects in a great deal of detail over the course of these interviews, but I'd like to begin completely out in left field by asking you one question, more than any other, almost everyone on Earth wants me to ask: Why didn't you delete the recordings?"

Kara stared at David like she was going to turn him to ash but quickly recovered. "Barney Dox, also known as Brainiac Five, is a good friend of mine who has the ability to record everything he sees. He's a researcher by trade, that's all he does is observe and research. So, of course, I have him record everything, so I don't have to have a secretary in every meeting and to make sure all verbal agreements are recorded. Now, at first, I was very uncomfortable with the idea of him watching and recording my every move and word, but he persuaded me that it would be crazy not to utilize it."

"You see, the best advice is of the confidential variety. Now, people are unlikely to ever feel comfortable speaking in confidence to me or any other world leader. They're less likely to offer that advice. So, in the end, you're going to have a bunch of yes-men and brown nosers that are going to tell world leaders what they want to hear. As a result, the whole political system is fucked and the people suffer for it," Kara concluded.

"When did you know you were going to abdicate?" David hit back.

"A few days before when the southern royalists still against impeachment were screwed by the House Speaker. Of course, all of my allies tried to talk me out of it and were convinced I could survive the impeachment vote. But it was clear I could no longer govern with this congress, and I had to think about what was best for my family," Kara replied.

John orchestrated a break as Kara was dominating the conversation like a pro. "You, getting what you need?" Kara smirked at David.

"It's fantastic," David said with false sincerity.

John took David aside away from Kara. "You got to get her to stop rambling," he said to him.

"It's all good. This is just introductory exchanges," David said defensively.

"Half of this two-hour session is gone. We're wasting valuable material. We should be scoring more points with her decision to abdicate. Nail her, David. Get her on her knees, a total wreck, crying, and praying for mercy," John told him.

At the same time, Kara conversed with Mon. "So, how was that?" she asked him.

"Fine," he shrugged.

"It didn't sound too arrogant or self-serving?" Kara asked concernedly.

"No, you're kicking ass," Mon assured her. "Continue the same way, long answers, control the space, don't let him in."

"Gotcha," Kara nodded.

David went on the offensive with an emotional attack. "When you had your meeting with Imra Ardeen, ambassador to Titan, was that the most emotional moment of your career?"

"It's really hard to say because each emotional moment is different, and I am an emotional person. I remember the night when my aunt died...the moment when I got married, and the time during the impeachment hearing when Mara gave me a hug and cried...and she seldom cries. She said, 'Mama, don't be sad, you're the best!'"

"This is beautiful," Mon smiled amused.

"So, Imra and I were sitting in the oval office, and we began to reflect on some of the great decisions that we'd participated in. There was Titan, Naltor, and Earth all coming together. Now, I can assure you, nothing sexual happened in that office. We simply prayed silently in our own way before a portrait of Abraham Lincoln and it just reminded me of all the slaves I had freed during my administration," Kara said.

"And time," John said, stopping the session. "Our two hours are over."

"Really? It felt like ten minutes," Kara said confused.

"Well, Your Highness, it looks like our time is up," David said sheepishly.

"That's too bad. I was beginning to enjoy myself," Kara smirked.

That evening, John chewed David out for his performance. "So, I had some time to review the tapes and you're far too soft on her. You need to be firmer with her, a lot rougher."

"Go on, John, beat me with your stick," David muttered.

"Look, I'm being serious. You got to make her more uncomfortable. Sit forward, attack more, don't let her tail off. Hit her hard with another question. Don't trade generalizations. Be specific. Don't let her do her usual self-serving homilies. She's a bad girl and she needs to know it," John told her.

"Right," David said uncertainly.

"She was toying with you, David. She's using mind games on you. Don't engage. You're in there with a major operator," John told him.

"Got it," David nodded.

For round two, David got himself set up with his make-up as Kara entered the room. "Ah, the grand inquisitor," she mocked with a smile.

"Just your friendly neighborhood confidant," David said warmly.

"Reminds me of a certain Spiderman a thousand years ago. He was a punk," Kara recalled.

"Focus," Mon lectured Kara as he walked by her.

Kara and David sat down across from each other like before. "You have a pleasant evening last night?" Kara asked knowingly.

"Yes, thank you," David said vaguely.

"You do any fornicating?" Kara asked bluntly.

"What the fuck?" David mouthed as he was caught off guard.

"Three, two, one," the cameraman counted off.

David quickly recovered and focused on Kara, determined to kick her ass. "Your Highness, you came into office promising peace but isn't it true your reign was non-stop warfare? For example, what about the war in Vietnam? Do you feel you betrayed the people you conquered?"

"I inherited many of these human wars and the wars I did start may not have been adequately understood by the uninformed. It was an important test of my credibility as a peacemaker and a unifier. The whole world was watching to see if I had the character to see it through. Now, I could have bugged out, blamed it on the Southeast Asian leadership, withdrawn troops, and told the good people of that region to get fucked, and I would have won some Scandinavian peace prize for it," Kara began.

"But I believed in the cause and what you believe in can sometimes be the harder path. In Vietnam, I was facing an evil adversary that wanted to conquer its southern neighbor by force. Had they won, countless innocent people would have been purged, sent to rehabilitation camps, and tortured for literally decades. The surrounding nations would have fallen as well with the same result. To me, the life of a Vietnamese is the same as an American or a European life. All human life and all human freedoms are sacred to me. That's why I brought the big-guns to finish the job," Kara said.

"Did you not carpet bomb cities, destroy entire civilian areas, and radicalize more moderate people that would lead to civil war and genocide?" David asked aggressively.

"There's this notion that violence begets more violence. I disagree. During my entire superhero career, I find murderous villainous motherfuckers and I kill them. Because when one murderer kills a hundred murderers, the math ends up favorable in the end. I don't cause people to go to war and commit genocide. That's already their human condition. I expose and reveal the killers and then I destroy them," Kara replied.

"What about all the video footage that selectively shows carnage without context?" David asked.

"Look, it was never my policy to kill civilians...intentionally. That's the enemy's way. Now, do I regret the number of casualties on both sides, of course, I do. Let me tell you something, I made a point to find those who deserved to die and kill them. You know who deserves to die? Those who would murder, oppress, and torture their own people. You don't give a shit because you live in America, the UK, or Australia far removed from the conflict. You only care about your treasury, your soldiers, and your draft notice, and you don't really give a fuck if a million foreigners are sent to concentration camps and gulags. That is the human way of thinking, but I think as a Kryptonian, objective, sane, and calculating," Kara told him off.

"But when you are faced with...," David interjected.

"A family mourning the death of their son or daughter? I tell them they fought for peace, justice, for global unity. My only regret in Vietnam was that I didn't make my move sooner. I wish I had gone in sooner and harder," Kara concluded.

For round three, the subject was foreign policy. In this session, Kara kicked David's ass and he knew it. "I brought China and Russia together, but it only happened because their respective emperors trusted me. I talked with them both Supergirl to man to man."

David exited the interview totally defeated and entered the garage where everyone chewed him out. "What revolution? You just let Queen Kara claim the world was in a state of revolution with protesters bombing and assaulting police officers?"

"Isn't that how it happened? I don't watch the news," David said dismissively.

"It's not how I remembered it. I remember people protesting peacefully and legitimately against the Vietnam War," Bob said pissed off.

"She said wiretapping students and breaking into people's homes was a rational response," Jim brought up.

"I'm sorry you feel this way, but I simply cannot share your view," David said to them both.

"What view exactly?" Bob questioned.

"About any of it. I thought today was a huge improvement," David lied.

"Are you nuts? I overheard members of our crew desiring that Queen Kara sack the planet again," Jim said outraged. "You're making her look like royalty again!"

"Have any of you gone outside the country? The rest of the world has become idiocracy. They can't even see our broadcast. The human race is completely fucked if we do not get her back on the throne," David concluded.

"What the fuck?" Jim asked dismayed.

"And we all have a great opportunity to get high-ranking positions when that happens," David pointed out.

"You're corrupt as fuck," Bob accused.

"I'm tired of being a mere captain in a joke news organization. I want to be taken seriously," David said passionately.

"You're being her puppet, David. That's not cool," John interjected.

"I will get that apology out of her, alright," David assured them all.

That night, Kara called David's hotel room phone. "Am I disturbing you? You got someone over there you're entertaining?" Kara asked.

"Err...no," David said awkwardly.

Kara used her super-hearing and determined he was telling the truth. "Then, what are you doing? You're a handsome fellow. Why are you alone on a Friday night?"

"I'm actually preparing for our session," David replied.

"The Met U session? I guess the way in which you handle this session is going to determine if these interviews are an epic fail or not. You do realize the consequences to the planet if you fail, right?" Kara asked.

"Well, I'm going to give it my best shot," David assured her.

"You know, I feel I haven't gotten to know you very well. I had my staff make a profile of you. You have a Christian background, modest beginnings, and went to a university where you felt out of touch with the elitist snobs. No matter how high we get, they all look down on us. It's a tragedy, David," Kara said incoherently.

"You referring to rank or smoking weed?" David wondered.

"No matter how many awards or column inches are written about me or how high the office is, it's still not enough. I still feel like a little girl, the loser my parents told me I was for the hundredth time. The smart-asses at the Daily Planet, the high-ups, the well-born, the people that disrespected me because I worked at Catco. That's why I work so hard, fight for every inch, scrambling my way up in an undignified fashion," Kara ranted.

"I really have no idea what the fuck you're talking about," David said honestly.

"Now, I'm looking for my way back into the sun, into the limelight, back onto the winner's podium, and you're going to get me there," Kara ordered. "Or you're headed to the dirt."

"Are you threatening me?" David asked incredulously.

"I'm going to show those bums. I'm going to choke their asses. I'm going to continue to get headlines, awards, power, and glory!" Kara shouted.

"Yes, well, I'm sure we can both find a way to win," David said politely.

"I'm going to bring you into the limelight and out of the wilderness. I'm going to keep you company," Kara said.

"Your Highness, are you drunk?" David detected.

"I've had a few vodka martinis," Kara admitted. "Just one or two," she lied. "Don't worry, tomorrow, I'm going to be ready and focused for battle." She then hung up and passed the fuck out.

"Holy shit," David realized.

For the fourth round, Kara and David shook hands as if last night never happened. "Well, if today's session is anything like our phone call, it should be explosive," David said.

"What are you on about?" Kara asked confused.

"The phone call to my hotel room," David reminded her.

Kara merely gave him a blank look having blacked out the night before. "Looking back on your entire reign, did you ever obstruct justice or were part of a conspiracy to cover up an obstruction of justice?" David asked.

"On many occasions," Kara replied nonchalantly.

"Were you trying to assist Met U lab workers from escaping criminal prosecution?" David continued.

"Absolutely, they're good friends of mine, good people, and their careers and reputations shouldn't have been ruined by a careless accident. I would have pardoned them but then it would have been made public," Kara said.

"Did you contain or block the investigation?" David asked point blank.

"I did. I told Interpol to back off via the CIA. They didn't want to take no for an answer, so I started firing Interpol directors, then special prosecutors, and so forth," Kara replied.

"I appreciate you being so honest and forthcoming with me but why did you feel the need to erase recordings of the coverup in question?" David asked confused.

"Those recordings made me look guilty as fuck to the public but now, I don't really give a shit if the public knows," Kara admitted.

"Did you try to bribe Squire Burrough and the rest of the Met U faculty and staff with higher rank, positions, and assignments if they kept their mouths shut?" David asked accusingly.

"I did," Kara nodded.

"Now, you maintained you knew nothing about this," David pointed out.

"Yeah, I lied," Kara admitted.

"Surely, Prince Mon-El and Lord Dox knew of this. Why didn't you have them arrested," David questioned.

"Yeah, maybe I should have," Kara rolled her eyes. "Call in Interpol and tell them to arrest, fingerprint, and send them both to the can. Yeah, that's not me. They're family to me. And maybe what I did was criminal but whatever. When you're queen, you got to do a lot of things sometimes that are not always legal, but you do them because they're in the best interests of the planet. "

"You're saying the queen can decide whatever is in the best interest of the planet and then do something illegal?" David asked incredulously.

"I'm saying I can do whatever the fuck I want," Kara said directly.

"I'm sorry. What?" David asked shocked and appalled.

"It's the nature of being a superhero. All superheroes are criminals including me. If we weren't, we'd be agents of the state with legitimate badges. The whole idea of being a superhero is putting the law in your own hands. We violate people's privacy when we search for clues, we assault suspects when we interrogate them, we beat the shit out of people without there being any threat to ourselves or another, we violate due process, we collect evidence without a search warrant, we spy on civilians, conduct our own foreign and military policy, and the law was never a concern for us," Kara clarified.

"Now, I understand many people don't share my view," Kara shrugged.

"So, you did orchestrate a coverup and you did break the law?" David pressed.

"I did...and I'm sorry," Kara said sincerely. "I was protecting people I believed shouldn't have been persecuted for working hard to give us the technologies to visit the stars. But I know now that I should have let the judicial process take its course before pardoning them all. The people of Earth deserve to know the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I should have stood for truth and justice."

"I did wrongdoing in this case, I abused the power of the office, and I put the planet through needless agony with this ordeal, and I do apologize for that," Kara said sincerely.

"I know how difficult that must have been for you, especially you," David said sympathetically.

"Well, it was either that or be haunted for the rest of my life. You see, the longer I remain a private citizen, the longer the people of Earth suffer. I made mistakes, fucked-up mistakes, mistakes not worthy of a queen, ones that did not meet the standards of excellence that I always dreamed of as a young girl on Krypton. Yes, there were times when I did not fully meet that responsibility. And for all those mistakes, I have a very deep regret. No one can know what it's like to abdicate the throne of Earth," Kara admitted.

"Now, I'm not going to get down on the floor and grovel. Fuck that. These were my mistakes. I brought myself down. I gave them a sword and they stuck it in and they twisted it with relish. Now, if I were in their place, I would have done the same thing," Kara refused.

"And the people of Earth?" David pressed.

"I let them down. I let down the planet. Worst of all, I let down our system of government and the dreams of all the young people. I let humanity down and I'm going to have to carry that burden for...just a few more days," Kara said seriously and then began to smile.

Metropolis

Kara ordered Brainiac 5 to reactivate the system restoring power, Internet, and news channels to the planet. David's recordings were then broadcasted to the entire world. Once the ratings were in, Kara ordered Brainiac 5 to shut down the system again. Kara was then summoned to the capitol building for a congressional hearing. With Mon and Brainiac 5 at her side, Kara agreed to meet with them.

"We acknowledge that we have become dependent on your system for our way of life, and we must be sensitive to the suffering of the people. We hereby offer you the throne of Earth," House Speaker Al said to her.

"Before I accept your offer, you will pass a constitutional amendment that will eliminate the impeachment clause from the Constitution. Don't worry, should you need to impeach and remove me again, you can always pass a constitutional amendment to add the clause back in. It just seems to me that it should take more than a super-majority of this body to get rid of me. I am your queen after all," Kara said arrogantly.

"Under such terms, it would require a super-majority of both houses of Congress and thirty-eight nations out of fifty to remove you from office," House Speaker Al determined.

"That's right," Kara confirmed. "And let me clear about a few more things. I am immune from prosecution, period, as well as the rest of the royal family. I have absolute executive privilege at all times, and I have absolute authority as commander-in-chief to use Earth's military as I see fit with or without a declaration of war from this body. Do we understand each other?"

"Crystal," House Speaker Al relented.

A snap election was held whereby Kara's Royalist Party won an outright majority of the Senate and won significant gains, albeit still a minority, in Congress. Kara's constitutional amendment to reinstate her as Empress of Earth and remove the impeachment clause was accepted by 44 out of 50 countries easily passing. In response, Brainiac 5's system came back online, and the Earth's economy flourished once more.

As Empress of Earth, restored, Kara addressed the people of Earth. "We have every right to dream heroic dreams. Those who say that we're in a time when there are no heroes, they just don't know where to look. You can see heroes every day going in and out of factory gates. Others, a handful in number, produce enough food to feed all of us and then the worlds beyond. You meet heroes across a counter, and they're on both sides of that counter. There are entrepreneurs with faith in themselves and faith in an idea who create new jobs, new wealth, and opportunities. They're individuals and families and whose voluntary gifts support church, charity, culture, art, and education. Their patriotism is quiet but deep. Their values sustain our national life."

"Your dreams, your hopes, your goals are going to be the dreams, the hopes, and the goals of this monarchy, so help me God," Kara pledged.