Who is Edoardo Snotti or whatever his name is? Did either take a college course in running a government? No, all they need to do is ride on royal pumpkins through the streets of Grimsby, waving to the coarse, obese tattooed bints who actually believe "them's better 'n me. Gawd luv 'em and save 'em."
Say something nice about the French: they invented the guillotine and ended the ridiculous excesses of Marie Antoinette and other "blue bloods" who stained red the basket that caught their heads.
It is almost quaint that at a time when Blacks are rioting and looting, and Muslims are blowing up rock concerts and marathon races, that England continues to stubbornly refuse to enter the 21st Century. What massive revolution are they waiting for? Maybe that's why Meghan and her Brillo-headed Nazi hubby Harry moved to California? They didn't want to be marched out into the street?
It is certainly enough of an outrage the way most every government wastes tax money. England offers official portraits of weddings that say: "we're better than you, so sigh over our gowns and waistcoats and wish us only the best."
Prince Andrew the Pedophile Pervert. There's another waste of UK money. Then we have the absurdity of woolly-haired Prince Harry the Nazi and his Kardashian-esque gold-digging bride. And on and on. It's all tolerated. Prince Andrew? The Royals put up a stiff upper lip in ignoring his wretched excesses, and absurd American magazines (of the not-yet-extinct "Town and Country" and "New Yorker" variety) and dry newspapers turn their noses up to try and avoid the stink, and to not see the outrage.
The N.Y. Times (aka the Gray Lady) in an article updated on January 27, 2020 is still hoping that, yes, while Prince Andrew is a BIT of a rotter, all will be forgot and never brought to mind:
"The British monarchy has survived public crises before -- religious schisms, revolutions, murderous kings — but....Prince Andrew...struggled to defend himself as he talked about his friendship with Jeffrey Epstein..." Struggled, but wasn't arrested, Thank God. God Save the Prince!
The inference is that the MONARCHY will SURVIVE, and really, all it takes is a lovely royal wedding (commoners not invited of course) to put things right. A psychiatrist might, MIGHT, be able to explain why people who apparently don't believe in Jesus Christ, don't believe in themselves, don't believe in the long list that John Lennon decried, turn their lonely eyes to this Princess Beatrice (as they did to Kate and Meghan) with the naive fervency with which a child observes her birthday cake.
Indeed, it has always been that way. I am a humble student of the good side of British culture, and I even know the traditional folk songs and music hall ballads. I know many by heart. One of them "The Bastard King of England," describes a merry wedding, the kind that the foolish British public (and fools around the world) adore so much. After describing social diseases and bisexuality (British homosexual infects potential suitor of the lady the King would like to marry) it ends this way:
"They had a royal wedding.
All his subjects wished him well.
The dancers danced without their pants
and so did the king as well.
His only outer garment
was a dirty yellow shirt
with which he tried to hide his hide
but he couldn't hide the dirt.
He was dirty and lousy and full of fleas
but he had his women by twos and threes -
God Bless the Bastard King of England!"
What can we say about Beatrice? That her hygiene may be better? Is that worth the millions that she and her Royals squander as they preserve the notion of their superiority? Ah, there's a SLIGHT nod to the real world. There's some social distancing between Beatrice and her fop, and the Queen and hers.
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