The media in the UK is completely overwhelmed by the unsurprising news that Prince Philip has died at the age of 99.
For me, that is nothing to cry about. Since 1945, the man lived a life of privilege. He never had to do a real day’s work after the end of WW2. He spent his time driving Carriages, shooting pheasants and other birds and animals, and walking around next to the Queen.
If he got so much as a toothache, he would be hurried onto an exclusive private hospital, and given the best medical care available in Britain.
He travelled the world on a Royal Yacht, exclusive aircraft, helicopters, and even a Royal Train. He could own and drive any car he desired, and choose to live in any of the numerous Royal residences around the country.
His life was one of comfort. Probably part of the reason he lived to such a grand old age.
The Prince was never shy to court controversy, often outspoken, and occasionally racist too. Unlike politicians or celebrities, that didn’t cost him his ‘career’ though.
A 99 year-old man died today, as no doubt did many other 99 year-old people.
As far as I am concerned, he deserves no more respect than any of those others.