King, of course! Or . . . The word fool does mean jester too, and with its more contemporary, ableist shadings, seems ripe for neuropunk re-appropriation, so let’s begin. I’d rather be the fool. And I hope you you’d rather be one with me, fellow fool. What do fools do that kings cannot? Or at least, not so well. A king might put on a vanity play starring himself, and all his subjects will roar when he jokes about what sad, ugly arses they are. (That is in fact the entirety of the joke: that they are sad, ugly arses.) But the subjects’ roars are lies. They just don’t want him to whip or to kill them. Fools, though, dance at–no–on the feet of kings, and sing…