I wonder if Kate Middleton and her princely husband are secret fascists?
No, really, I do. After all, the King who abdicated his throne for the “woman he loved” (and was played so romantically by Richard Chamberlain in a TV movie many years ago) wasn’t all that unsympathetic to Herr Hitler, even showing up with his wife at Nazi functions after he left the throne.
Britain was well rid of that rascal.
Being born in Liverpool - not on a military base, but in a city hospital - I sometimes entertain fantasies of escaping to Britain one day, in the twilight of my days, where I suspect that the grim fascination with the Royal Family (the parasites on the public purse) are not shared as much as they are over here, in a country which kicked their butts in two wars.
Over here, just the thought that a Royal personage might be coming to visit our shores produces even more headlines than the Pope can manage these days. And who are these people, really, when you get right down to it?
Judging from the covers of our magazines in supermarket checkout lines, they are no different from Jennifer Anniston, the Kardashians or any of their ilk - they are just folks with really good press agents.
And honestly, if I don’t care all that much about Ms. Anniston’s hopes and dreams of having a baby (obviously, I pay way too much attention to the covers of these magazines), why should I care about the pampered member of a “Royal” family - who will get all the best medical care under the sun, and then some, when she is pregnant?
And why should our news anchors lunge towards the cameras with all the excitement of announcing the hiring a new football coach with the news that there will be yet another human being coming along who will cost the British tax payers an exorbitant amount of money to support, at the expense of a nation which is already tightening its belt?
And, to get back to the fascist question, what do we actually know about the mother-to-be, or her hubby, except for - as with any other actor - their press releases tell us?
If it weren’t the Royal family, the disc jockeys would never have had to apologize
While I’m not all that big a fan of prank calls, there are a few that get to me. I realize that the nurse in question (who should have known better) has probably lost her job over it, but the prank call from the Australian disc jockeys to the hospital pretending to be Queeen Elizabeth and Prince Charles inquiring as to the health of the pregnant woman (and had been placed for a while on the website of 2DayFM) was utterly hilarious.
Like a modern-day Monty Python sketch, Michael Christian and Mel Greig used voices that were so comic opera that it is hard to believe that anyone could be fooled into believing it was the queen. They later apologized for the hoax, and said they were “glad” to hear that Kate was doing well.
I think that “Knighthoods” are sort of silly too, especially in the 21st century, but maybe these guys should be in the running for puncturing the pretensions of so many people.
Quote of the Day
I think the next best thing to solving a problem is finding some humor in it. - Frank A. Clark