Once upon a time, King Juan Carlos of Spain went on an expensive elephant-killing excursion in Africa. Shooting an elephant seems like a really dickish thing to do (unless, of course, the elephant is rampaging toward a flimsy shack containing your children).
Anyhoo, King Juan Carlos fell out of bed and hurt his hip on the trip, so that sucked for him. And when he got home, the public outcry was so great that he had to apologize for living out his expensive, macho-shithead Big Game Hunter fantasies on the dime of a country in the midst of a horrible economic crisis with 25%+ unemployment.
So the last goddamned thing on the entire goddamned planet King Juan Carlos of Spain wanted to hear about was goddamned elephants and his goddamned hip. Enter reptilian tea party ninny and Florida Governor Rick Scott, visiting the King on a trade mission:*
He wouldn’t shut up about the goddamned elephant! He even dragged his wife into the elephant conversation:
And then he brought up the king’s embarrassing hip thing:
And then back to the elephant — it was like he had some weird elephant-centric form of Tourettes:
Needless to say, King Juan Carlos was not amused:
He will probably skip out on Scott’s invitation to attend the 500th anniversary celebration of Spaniard Ponce de Leon’s discovery of Florida next year.
In fact, he’ll probably urge the government to eliminate the unemployment crisis in Spain by conscripting all able-bodied Spanish men into an army to retake Florida. And if the US has any sense, they’ll let Spain have it back.
*Dialog edited for clarity.