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birth, Hapsburgs, heit to the throne, indifference, Kate and Wills, Royal family, urban warriors
In Great Britain, you can still be hanged for some crimes. One is arson in Her Majesty’s shipyards. Really. So if you’re anywhere near Chatham, be careful with that fag end. Another is treason, and I’m about to commit this heinous crime. Well come and get me! You’ll never take me alive coppers! I’m on top of the world, ma!
I refer to the latest addition to the Royal Family. This surprised me a little since I was pretty much unaware of the pregnancy. But Kate thingy, married to William (is it William? Or Harry? I lose track.) has given birth to a boy. Well bully for her. Well done all round. Great news for the parents, and grandparents, and friends. But do I give a stuff? No I do not. And I do give a stuff about the media hysteria.
Every single newspaper in the UK today has a full front page of this momentous ‘news.’ Even the broadsheets have fallen for this. Even the Guardian, for goodness sake, has a banner sub-head, ‘A child, a boy, a prince, a king.’ A woman had a baby, guys! It happens all the time! Get over it! Who cares?
Predictably the fanatically Royalist Daily Mail went totally over the top. The first 20 pages were non-stop baby talk, in more ways than one. Twenty pages! Lawksamussy me. Plus a souvenir pullout section. A souvenir? Does anybody actually treasure these and keep them for posterity? Oh they do? Why? Why do they do that?
Let’s face it, by the time the new sprog reaches the throne, it’s going to be a way off in the distance. Charles is over 60, and Madge is still batting on a fine wicket. The newborn heir to the House of Windsor will be drawing a pension before the Crown lies uneasy on his head. Those Hapsburg genes may not do much for your jaw line, but they sure as hell pretty much guarantee longevity. You’re in for the long haul sonny boy.
It will make not a scrap of difference. Not one jot. The monarch is in theory head of state, but in practice is a toothless relic of the past with no real power at all. Though fair play to Madge for keeping Margaret Thatcher standing during their weekly audiences. But it doesn’t matter! It truly doesn’t matter.
Unlike many urban warriors of my acquaintance, I’m not an anti-royalist. I think in general it’s better to have a monarch than an elected head of state, such as a president, that changes every four years. But I’m incensed at all the fuss here. Woman has sex with husband, has baby. Well, whooppie doo.
I keep hearing people having sweepstakes about what the poor wee dote will be called. My money’s on Eric Bloodaxe. I’ve got good odds on at the bookie’s for that.
The Mail is particularly rabid about immigration, and gets swivel-eyed about ‘foreigners coming over here and living off the State for nothing.’ Well, the Queen is maintained by the Privy Purse, which is paid for by taxpayers, ie the State. She’s of German descent, via the Battenburgs/Mountbattens. Her husband and consort, Philip, is Greek. Scrounging immigrants indeed.
Oh yeah. Nearly forgot. During WWI, the King of England, the Kaiser, and the Csar of Russia, which countries were pounding the crap out of each other for four long wasted years, were first cousins. So much for marriage and alliances stabilising things, eh?
Bruce Ruston said:
I am kind of with you on this one, so that will be us sharing a cell then 😀
nobodysreadingme said:
I hope you don’t snore. Though i suppose with the gallows beckoning that would be the least of my problems.
julespaige said:
While they may be a necessary evil. I really, really dislike politics. I’d say ‘hate’ but the ‘Politically Correct Police (hmm that’s PCP…for short…nasty stuff that) might come after me …anyway, Yes we are all related. So why are we fighting each other? Because the folks upstream don’t want their washing turning yellow…if you get my drift. It’s all about Location, Location, Location.
This one wants what the other one has. And the media for sure is going to tell us what the other one has even if they don’t want anyone else to know. Just recently an elder lady here (well in Florida actually) was soul winner of a humongous lottery. 590 Million. Heck it doesn’t matter what currency you calculate that in…that’s a lotta dough. And the latest is she is going to give 2 million of it to fix the roof of the school her daughter teaches at. Just about a month ago she tried to anonymously pick up the tab (for everyone who was eating there at the time) at the local restaurant. About a couple of thousand buckaroos.
“The paper said it was not able to reach members of MacKenzie’s family to confirm the offer.” – in regards to fixing the school roof. Imagine that. The kind hearted 84 year old hopes and wants to try to maintain some privacy for her and her family. Looks like she is being just a tad more successful than Prince George Alexander Louis.
nobodysreadingme said:
I heard about that woman in Florida. Good on her, is all I can say.
And good for her family for keeping schtum.
The thing is that even if I were a staunch Royalist, I’ll be long dead by the time GAL ascends thwe throne, even assuming there’s a throne for him to ascend. I simply don’t care about him, except I’m glad he has two of everything he should have.
Susan L Daniels said:
Ha! Well done! How did I miss this one? Never mind. Glad I saw it now.
nobodysreadingme said:
The Tower gets cold in winter. It’s OK just now…
nobodysreadingme said:
Better late than never.
😉
Susan L Daniels said:
Hee, hee. one more about this baby the day I wrote my poem might have put me over the edge completely 😉
nobodysreadingme said:
No comment.
😉
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