The specific and perfect gift Walt Whitman sought to give Mannahatta, his city, was, in the nomenclature of “our” day participatory and inclusive– of the aboriginals as people…
“Will of the people” would have meant giving the aboriginals a voice, a seat, a chair “of the committee”, a gavel, a Tower of Babel, a photo-op, a day in the sunshine, or a season, or a reason for sunshine, a reason for the season, but a limitation on escaping by the seat of aboriginal pants– they didn’t wear pants.
Aboriginals wore a loin cloth, a cod piece, or, now and then, an oyster or rabbit or salmon piece. A seat of government absconding by the seat of its pants.
Divine right of kings divulged manifest destiny– of a peasantry, for the peasantry, and by the peasantry– As long as the peasantry organizes itself in accordance with the — the self-flattering and new, new, new Peasantry Kingery.
Spam of Human Affection 
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