[SlowBoat407]

Ronald McDonald is no less creepy, but without the charming self-awareness of his own creepiness that is so evident in the King's frozen expression of pained acceptance. The King wants to be your friend, he wants to be invited into your home, but he knows he is creepy and it makes him lonely. So he creeps into your house and tries to give you free food. He wants to be your friend. Even more than a friend, if you'll let him. That's what the perpetually open mouth signifies, if you know what I mean.

I somehow saw the king as a metaphor, a living soul trapped in a lifeless persona, clothed in grandeur and glory, but ultimately powerless to emote, express, or display anything but the static smile of one who knows not true joy, only its substitute - consumption of that which does not nourish.

Alas.

[NCC-1701]

"...I somehow saw the king as a metaphor, a living soul trapped in a lifeless persona, clothed in grandeur and glory, but ultimately powerless to emote, express, or display anything but the static smile of one who knows not true joy, only its substitute - consumption of that which does not nourish...."

Sort of like John Kerry, eh?