Repossess the Palaces
So, either Prince William or Harry, (it's no good expecting me to tell which one is which, to me they are like Ant and Dec in that respect: they seem entirely interchangeable and I fail to understand their appeal), has been saying that no member of the Royal Family actually wants to be King or Queen. Good, you can all fuck off then. It's no good playing the 'we do out of a sense of duty for the greater good' card with me - it cuts no ice. They are utterly irrelevant, serving only to legitimise an outmoded class system. They are the living embodiment of the kind of privilege and entitlement which continues to blight this country. So, while there's still the whiff of revolution in the air, let's get rid of the bastards. Repossess the palaces - they could use them to house all those ordinary people who can't afford to live in London any more. Or maybe they could use them to rehouse the survivors of the Grenfell Tower fire.
I go through these phases of republicanism. Most of the time I'm quite indifferent toward the Royal Family. I tolerate them as an irrelevant anachronism because, I reason, they have no real power. But every so often I see some nonsense like the Trooping of the Colour or the State Opening of Parliament, and my blood starts to boil over what they represent. Then there are these puff pieces in the press, which try to convince us that the younger Royals aren't a bunch of profligate playboys and wastrels, but, in fact, are just like 'us'. Except that they aren't and can't ever be like us. They are born into a world of privilege and can never truly grasp what life is like for us peasants. which brings me to the point which emphasises the sheer ludicrousness of their very existence in twenty first century Britain: the fact that their only qualification for the job is birthright. How on earth can any rational person accept the concept, let alone the reality, of a hereditary ruling class? It is, quite literally, a medieval concept. I know that they are only a constitutional monarchy nowadays, but the amount of deference they are accorded, when they only hold their positions because they were born to them, is astounding. And now it turns out that none of them even want the job (has anyone told Prince Charles that?). So what's the point of them? Get rid of the idle bastards.
I go through these phases of republicanism. Most of the time I'm quite indifferent toward the Royal Family. I tolerate them as an irrelevant anachronism because, I reason, they have no real power. But every so often I see some nonsense like the Trooping of the Colour or the State Opening of Parliament, and my blood starts to boil over what they represent. Then there are these puff pieces in the press, which try to convince us that the younger Royals aren't a bunch of profligate playboys and wastrels, but, in fact, are just like 'us'. Except that they aren't and can't ever be like us. They are born into a world of privilege and can never truly grasp what life is like for us peasants. which brings me to the point which emphasises the sheer ludicrousness of their very existence in twenty first century Britain: the fact that their only qualification for the job is birthright. How on earth can any rational person accept the concept, let alone the reality, of a hereditary ruling class? It is, quite literally, a medieval concept. I know that they are only a constitutional monarchy nowadays, but the amount of deference they are accorded, when they only hold their positions because they were born to them, is astounding. And now it turns out that none of them even want the job (has anyone told Prince Charles that?). So what's the point of them? Get rid of the idle bastards.
Labels: Musings From the Mind of Doc Sleaze, Revolutionary Rants
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