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He steps into the spotlight wearing gold-rimmed sunglasses, radiating warmth, power, and charm. You feel like he knows something. You feel like he has something. You feel like maybe, if you just follow him, you could have it too.

The Consuming King rose with the Boomers—children of postwar victory, apostles of expansion, believers in destiny. The world grew bigger for them: more suburbs, more jobs, more airtime, more everything. They were promised the sun—and believed, deeply, that wanting it was right.

He rules the realm of having.

His light:

• The evangelist of possibility.
• He believes in the good life, and works hard to build it.
• He inspires dreams of abundance—homes, cars, love, legacy.
• He can sell the sun and make it real.

His shadow:

• A master of appetite without end.
• He mistakes accumulation for meaning.
• He builds temples to the self while denying the cost.
• He deflects accountability with charm and nostalgia.

His kingdom is bright, but hot. He doesn’t see the forest fire through the dazzle of fireworks.

He is both rebel and ruler. He marched in protest and then bought the land. He said, You can be anything, and meant it—but often only for people like him.

And now, The Consuming King faces the twilight of his reign. The party he threw lit up the world. The hangover belongs to those who come after.

But still: he holds the torch. And maybe, just maybe, he can learn to pass it without burning the hands that reach for it.

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