First you may ask, what is ‘Tumpty’? A good question which deserves a good answer. ‘Tumpty’ is the imaginary twin of ‘Dumpty’, the one with the first name of ‘Humpty’. Nearly always portrayed as a personified egg, ‘Tumpty’ like ‘Dumpty’ has a very thin egg shell. While like the riddle, the fact ‘Humpty Dumpty’ was eighteenth-century reduplicative slang for a person with short hands and in fact, clumsy. Clumsy is more than physical, as it can also be reflective of mental or societal. The assumption is that a clumsy person falling off a wall might not be irreparably damaged, whereas ‘Tumpty’ who is drawn as an egg, would be.
In Sweden or Norway, he is known as ‘Lille Trille’ and in parts of Germany, he is commonly referred to a ‘Runtzelken-Puntzelken’.
But I digress. Because of his shape and of course, sitting on a wall (solar no doubt), he really doesn’t need any of the king’s men because he is diluted in thought believing he really is the king. Now, lore does not explicitly state that ‘Dumpty’ is an egg, possibly because it may have been originally posed as a riddle. Some scholars like Katherine Elwes Thomas proposed that ‘Humpty’ is King Richard III of England, depicted as humpbacked in Tudor histories and particularly in Shakespeare’s play and who was defeated, despite his armies, at Bosworth Field in 1485.
While these tales of fancy were often derided by others as ‘ingenuity for ingenuity’s sake’ and declared to be a spoof, Lewis Carroll, in his ‘Through the Looking Glass’ had Alice ask, ‘I don’t know what you mean by ‘glory’? To which Humpty smiled contemptuously, ‘Of course you don’t…till I tell you.’
Alice, the young woman with spunk, still questions, ‘But ‘glory’ doesn’t mean a ‘nice knock-down argument’. To which Humpty said in a rather scornful tone, ‘When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean…neither more nor less.’
When asking the Town-Crier during her daily press readings, what the meaning of such a strong statement, the ‘Crier’ states, ‘He is constantly being attacked by this scornful girl, an outsider, a foreigner from our parts. She does the same to me, frankly. What are we to do, say niceties back to her? Enough with this negative press covfefe’.
Alice continued to be inquisitive and asked, ‘The question is’…’whether you can make words mean so many different things.’
‘The Question is’, Humpty added, ‘which is to be master…that’s all.’ This simple line of gender discrimination sets the tone.
Now at an advanced age, ‘Tumpty’ uses the instrument of toxicity on a platform which Tweets.
After all, he doesn’t care what he says because he believes he is king. All other are chattle.
And a king can say whatever he wants. It simply doesn’t matter to him. No one within his kingdom can do anything to him. Only a strong wind can endanger his position. Is toxicity a strong enough wind?
As all of the King’s men gather in their home grounds over this extended holiday weekend, they will be forced to contemplate if Tumpty would fall, would they put him back together again after all?
Tumpty is tweeting on a twittering wall…attacking this and that, and of course women and all.
Will he fall and will he crack? That is the question (health care?) the King’s men cannot tack.