About the crown
We are Royal Decree
A satirical court dedicated to exposing the absurdity of power. We print the king’s edicts so you can hear how ridiculous they sound out loud, and what to do about it.
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House rules
How we operate
Punch up
The joke is always on the powerful. Never on the people they hurt.
Satire with receipts
Every decree is absurd. Every demand behind it is real, costed, and winnable.
Nobody wears a crown
Not presidents, not billionaires, not us.
Show up
Memes are the door. The room is a polling place, a picket line, a city council meeting.
What the subjects say
Royal weather service says it is not raining
It is raining. The Royal Weather Service, which is now one guy named Gary, says it is not. Gary has been told that rain is fake news. Gary is wet. One star.
King’s parade was just him in a tank
Attended the Royal Military Parade. It was one tank and 47 golf carts. The tank broke down. The King blamed the press. The press was not there. One star.
My boss is a duke now and he is worse
The King appointed my boss Duke of the Regional Warehouse. He immediately declared himself a god. The break room is now a shrine. The shrine requires tribute. Tribute is my lunch. One star.
The moat has alligators and they are angry
The King promised a border moat of alligators. The alligators arrived. They are underfed. They have unionized. They are marching on the palace. The King is golfing. One star.