A Very Special Day! Plus, the Commenade.

Greetings, my loyal band of followers! As I pointed out in the title, today is a very special day! “Why is that so?" you may be asking. “I find this hard to believe. How can this day in particular be any more special than every other wonderful communism-filled day of the year here at Elsa Supremacy?"

Well, I'm so glad you asked! The reason today is so special is because...

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!

Let that sink in for a moment. It's the BIRTHDAY of your SUPREME LEADER!!! What a very special day!

Now you're no doubt wondering how I will go about celebrating my birthday. It's quite simple, really:

First, I will eat sausage balls made by my dad. This really demonstrates our communist ideals because:

• I get to eat things like sausage and cheese while you urchin peasants must eat lentils and Brussels sprouts and things like that.

• Sausage is a pig product, and pigs remind me of Animal Farm, a lovely tale of communism done right in the animal world.

Around noon, my friends will come over to eat enchiladas and strawberry shortcake. Again, this is a wonderful way to celebrate communism because:

• Enchiladas have RED sauce.

• Strawberry shortcake is made of RED strawberries.

• It may seem like my friends and I are having a joyful time as we dine together, even though joy is unacceptable here at Elsa Supremacy. But let me remind you: the rules don't apply to me! Maybe I am feeling joyful. If I am, that's none of your peasant-ly business.

Afterwards, Tara and I will play a board game called Dominion while Lilly Kate and Julia Ann go home to spruce Lilly Kate up for prom (more on that later). This is fantastically communist because:

• The board game is called Dominion! Does that remind you of anything? It should! The term “dominion" is quite a clear reflection of my future plans.

• I plan to beat Tara at every game of Dominion we play. (Take that, Tara!) And that's exactly how it should be -- I should ALWAYS win at everything.

After enjoying a tasty charcuterie board, for dinner, my friends and I plan to watch Mean Girls, maybe at the humble Purdom abode. How is this communist? Well:

• I think I will steal the humble Purdom abode for the evening to watch this movie, which is a good reminder that if I want your stuff, I will be allowed to take it on a whim!

• The term “mean girls" does a good job of describing what I and my right-hand ladies will be if you don't cooperate. In fact, just yesterday, Tara dared to question the authority of my second-in-command Lilly Kate. The outrage! We shut that down real quick at lunchtime, just as the Mean Girls would have done. Tara is now back in her proper place (also known as not-second-in-command).

As you can see, I will be exemplifying communist ideals on this special day. But that's just me. What about all you peasant waifs? Here are some ideas for how you can celebrate my birthday:

• Make a birthday cake, but don't eat it because you're a peasant and don't deserve cake.

• Give me all your money as a present.

• Give me your firstborn child as a present.

• Work a double shift in the Backpack Factory (obviously you can't do this yet because there is no Backpack Factory, but soon...).

• Work a TRIPLE shift at the Backpack Factory (this is only for extra-loyal top-tier super-special followers).

• Decorate your house with red crepe paper and confetti and such.

• Read the Communist Manifesto. Better yet, read the Elsa Manifesto.

• Think about the supremacy of Elsa all the live-long day.

• Conduct mysterious rituals.

• Start a cult.

• Claim to be having a birthday party for Elsa but instead use it as an opportunity to convert all your friends to said cult and also Elsa Supremacy.

But wait... there's more! Not only is April 26, 2025, my 18th birthday; it's also my school's annual promenade (that's “prom" for all you hip youth out there). As is my custom, I had to do away with that in a hurry, and so I present to you... the Commenade! It's prommie, but for commies! Here's why!

Downsides of the Promenade	Benefits of the Commenade
You have to dress up, put on makeup, and look beautiful. (Ew!)	You get to keep wearing your same-ole-same-ole drab attire, and you don't have to put on makeup because it's built-in: plenty of accumulated dirt from your Backpack Factory work.
You have to drink punch and eat little snacks.	You get punched and receive smacks instead of snacks.
You have to be around a bunch of annoying people called “friends."	You aren't allowed to have friends because relationships aren't permitted. Acquaintances and Backpack Factory coworkers are more manageable.
You have to dance with your loved ones.	You get to bond over hard labor in the Backpack Factory.
You are forced to take cute photos.	You know that slave labor is cuter.
You experience romantic moments.	You experience frantic moments.
Nosy teachers watch over you to make sure you aren't having rollicking adventures behind the back stairway.	No one has to keep an eye on you because I am always watching (you just don't know how).
You call it quits at 10 p.m.	You never escape.

Clearly, the Commenade is far superior to this thing we call prom. But I have decided that attendance at the promenade (although not as impressive as the Commenade) is not against our ideals per se. Since my second-in-command Lilly Kate is attending prom, it would be hypocritical of me to say that you serfs couldn't go. And although I have no problem whatsoever with being a hypocrite (I am an evil and manipulative communist leader after all), I need to present some semblance of a moral compass every now and then to prove the haters wrong.

Last but not least, as a reminder, there is a form you can fill out with your thoughts on Elsa Supremacy. I will use the quotes you put on the form for my soon-to-exist website page, which will look something like the back of a book or DVD, with all the critics' quotes. I am advertising this again because the only loyal followers who filled it out were Lilly Kate, Tara, and Amelia (I guess now we see who's REALLY a loyal follower). Mom and Maggie also gave me their thoughts in person, in real life, without the aid of technology or online forms (absurd, I know!), so I guess they're loyal too. Anyway, here is the link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSe9mSYDmpyTgIRWDEHCZn61swsFExTi6TGXKxiRyWknZJz-Yg/viewform?usp=sharing

Until next time!

Your Supreme Leader, who is now 18 years old!

P.S. There is no photo for this post because Wix has pointed out that unless I want to pay them actual money, I have a very limited allowance for photos. And since I certainly don't want to pay anything for Elsa Supremacy, I'm going to have to start rationing my images. You persnickety peasants are just going to have to deal with it.