“Why are those old books in the museum, Grandpa?”
“They are law books – books about the law, Sweetie.”
“Law books? What’s law?”
“They are the rules we live by. They tell people what they should and shouldn’t do.”
“But doesn’t the Great President do that for us?” the little boy asked with an expression of confusion.
“Well yes, Sweetie, but before the Great President’s father became ‘President-for-Life,’ many people worked together to make the rules.”
“That’s silly,” the child retorted. “What if those people had different ideas? At least now we know exactly what is right cuz the Great President tells us so. And we don’t need lot’s of dusty books, we just need to read the Tweets.”
Grandpa took a quick look around the museum, noting the woman in the regulation black skirt-suit. He then said in a loud but sad voice, “Exactly right Sweetie.” Then trailed off looking down at the floor, “Exactly right.”