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Royalty: Leading By Example

Anyone who reads this blog will know how much I detest the Royal Family, and the aristocracy that surrounds it. But in this time of panic and concern about Covid-19, it is worth looking back in history to the years 1939-1945.

During WW2, the Royal Family of King George VI led by example. They stayed in London, risking being bombed along with the population. They visited factories, and toured hospitals to speak to the injured soldiers and civilians. They walked around the bomb-damaged streets of the capital in the hope of cheering the war-weary populace. The young Princess Elizabeth served in the Army as a driver, and many male members of the Royals joined the armed forces and saw action overseas.

This solidarity with the British people earned them a great deal of respect, during and after that war. My parents’ generation never forgot how the privileged Royals were seen to have stuck it out with everyone else.

Fast forward to 2020, and the virus scare.

All of the Royals have completely disappeared from view. Scuttled off to castles or palaces, behind fences or walls, surrounded by armed guards. The people who normally love to be seen wandering around waving at crowds, or gracing the front pages of our newspapers, are notable for their absence.

They could be given suitable protective gear to visit those gravely ill. They could practice ‘social distancing’ as they toured the workplaces still being staffed by emergency workers, shop workers, and other essential services. The could inspire, lead by example, pay the nation back for the centuries of wealth and privilege they have enjoyed.

But no. They are hiding away, until it’s all over. Cowards.

Talk about showing your true colours.

Once the current pandemic has passed, don’t forget to wave and cheer at them when they next appear.

On The British Monarchy

An intelligent and interesting appraisal of the British Royal family and their possible future. From an American who knows a lot of stuff!

toritto

As a Brooklyn born kid who grew up in Coney Island I know little about royalty other than what I read in the papers.  Class differences are so important that no one is really permitted to talk about them freely.

In my corporate career I have never met royalty, but I have met nobles.

When I was about 30 years old I was part of a small team examining the books of the Rothschild Intercontinental Bank in London, which my employer (Don’t leave home without it!)  was considering, and eventually did purchase.  The portfolio consisted of a smattering of sovereign credits which is what one would expect of a Rothschild bank.

It was headed up at the time by one Ralph Thomas George Stonor Lord Camoys,  just a few years older than I, who later served as Lord Chamberlain of Great Britain from 1998 – 2000.  The Lord Camoys traced…

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‘Stepping Back’: Nice work if you can get it

You can’t have failed to notice that there has been some big news surrounding some of our Royal parasites today.

Prince Harry and his American wife, collectively known as the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, have announced their intention to ‘step back’ from royal duties. They intend to split their time between a new life in North America, and some time back in the UK. (Presumably when the weather is nice.)

Speculation has been rife. Meghan has been upset by newspapers making unkind remarks about her clothing, apparently. Harry is only sixth in line to the throne, so pending an unprecedented royal disaster, he will never live to be a king. Harry has a rift with his brother William, about royal ‘directions’ he should be taking. There are lots of quotes from the couple of course, all intended to back up their reasons for leaving this country.

Meghan, 38, said she was told “you shouldn’t do it because the British tabloids will destroy your life”.

In an ITV documentary, she admitted motherhood was a “struggle” due to intense interest from newspapers.

Prince Harry also responded to reports of a rift between him and his brother William, Duke of Cambridge, by saying they were on “different paths”.

The duke, 35, said he and Prince William have “good days” and “bad days”.

He added: “We are brothers. We will always be brothers.

“We are certainly on different paths at the moment but I will always be there for him as I know he will always be there for me.

They are set to launch a new charity, apparently, and there are more rumours that Meghan intends to return to a career in acting.

“This geographic balance will enable us to raise our son with an appreciation for the royal tradition into which he was born, while also providing our family with the space to focus on the next chapter, including the launch of our new charitable entity.” (Harry)

The prince intends to give up the portion of his income provided by the UK taxpayers, but seems happy enough to continue to receive the annual small fortune bestowed on him by his father, drawn from revenues on the Duchy of Cornwall. (So, still ‘our’ money then.)

The couple has been quoted as saying that they feel more welcome in North America, as in the US, and Canada, than they do in Britain.

However, they do intend to keep hold of the free house they were given, Frogmore Cottage on the Windsor Park Estate of the Queen. Considering the UK taxpayer forked out £2.5 million to ‘refurbish the cottage to their taste’ just last year, that’s very kind of them, I am sure you will agree. Nice to have somewhere to pop back to, when Harry fancies a trip home.

I hope they leave soon, and never come back. Let’s see how well they do earning a living when they are not being paid by the state. Oh, I forgot, Prince Charles will still be handing over wads of cash to make sure they can buy groceries.

And my message to the couple is simple. Take the rest of them with you when you go.
Build a Royal Theme Park in America, and walk around waving at the crowds.
You have had enough practice.

A Right Royal Entitlement

So, a ‘Prince of The Realm’ thinks it is alright to have sex with an underage woman, and does not regret his friendship with a known paedophile?

He can simply ‘retire from Royal Duties’, whatever they are supposed to be.
Try doing that, if you are just ‘ordinary’.

Do we need anymore proof of the cesspool that is our supposed ‘Royal Family’?
Arrogance, entitlement, parasitic living, and a completely pointless existence.

And before anyone cries ‘Tourism’, let’s remember how many tourists flock to Disney World, Paris, and Rome.
They are in countries that haven’t had a Royal Family in living memory.

We don’t need the Royals anymore, and it is high time someone got rid of them.
Let them go and try to live on benefits, in a council estate.

Or send them to America, as a ‘travelling exhibition’. They seem to love them over there.

A Very Convenient Death

When Jeffery Epstein was arrested, and the story reported here about his ‘connection’ with everyone from President Trump, to British Royal princes, I turned to my wife, and said.
“He will never get to trial. They will be too afraid of who he will name. Too many skeletons in cupboards. He will do a deal too, name names for a reduced sentence”.

Now I don’t claim for moment to be the only person who thought of that, but I was not in the least surprised to see on the news that he had ‘committed suicide’ in prison. If you believe that, I am offering Tower Bridge for sale, at a knockdown price. One owner, and hardly used.

If you want to see what happens when you cross the British Royal family, there is no need to go back as far as 1605, and Guy Fawkes. Just remember 1997, and Lady Diana, in a French road tunnel. A ‘car accident’. We don’t have a very efficient Secret Service for nothing. But maybe the British had nothing to do with Epsein? Witnesses that potentially upset the status quo in America rarely get their day in court. Ask Lee Harvey Oswald, or Jack Ruby.

But you can’t, because they are both dead. One shot and killed whilst under arrest, the other ‘died in hospital’.

Epstein made a big mistake. He got involved with the wrong sort of people.

A bogus retirement

If you tune into any UK news media today, you cannot avoid the breathtaking news that the Duke of Edinburgh has retired from public life. Tributes to the 96 year-old are flooding in, and I am literally choking on a sea of superlatives and gushing praise. How many foreign trips he took. How many speeches he made. How many times he appeared in public. What a rock solid support he was for the Queen. And on and on. Oh, and on…

All of this exceedingly comfortable and well rewarded ‘hard work’ was for ‘our benefit’, apparently. Walking around behind your wife with your hands in your pockets, waving to a crowd from the interior of a Rolls-Royce, and muttering to film stars as you attend a premiere. It’s a miracle he lasted this long, with such arduous travails. Fighting to stay awake during boring banquets, and speeches in foreign languages might well be considered to be the ‘pit face’ in some circles. But not in mine.

In a country where basic living benefits are being withheld from the poor and the sick, and a huge percentage of the population are struggling to live on the minimum wage, and no-hours contracts, celebrating the idle life of this overpaid hanger-on is bordering on the obscene. While we are at it, let’s gloss over his racist remarks about ‘Chinky-eyes’, and ‘Darkies’ too. After all, he was only being amusing, and he’s married to the Queen.

To say he is retiring is a classic misnomer. You cannot retire from a job that was never a job. How can you retire from shooting wild birds, riding around in coaches, travelling from one luxury home to another, or cruising around on your sumptuous yacht? The man has not done a day’s work since he walked out of Westminster Abbey with the Queen on his arm, in 1947.

In case you hadn’t guessed, I am not a Royalist.

Another cuckoo in the nest

On an average day in the UK, approximately 2000 babies are born. I had to look that up, and it’s a lot more than I would have guessed. So yesterday, those 2000 babies entered this world unnoticed, except by their immediate family, and attendant medical staff. This is how it is every day, and how it should be. There was an exception though. A member of the Royal Family gave birth to her second child. A one-day old baby who is now currently fifth in line to the throne of Great Britain. If you watched any news at all, or read a newspaper, or perhaps an Internet news feed, you couldn’t have missed this event. The BBC, funded by the public with licence fee payment, sent a team of reporters and camera crews to report on the event, live from the pavement outside the hospital. They stood for hours, speculating on the child’s gender, what name it might be given, and how well the mother would recover. Then they repeated the coverage once again, as soon as the baby emerged with its parents.

They also interviewed the crowds outside, some of whom had been waiting there for fourteen days, camped on the pavement, using the toilet facilities and snack bars in the main hospital building. FOURTEEN DAYS! Their loyalty and devotion was suitably rewarded, when they were presented with cakes and pastries, courtesy of the proud parents. They gushed in interviews with reporters, gasped in wonder at the new arrival, and swooned with delight when the family group emerged. I don’t recognise these people as being from the same country as me. Living in the place where I live, and having experienced life in modern Britain, as I have. When the sole purpose of their lives is to wait outside a building for the birth of a member of the Royal Family, I start to think that there is a lot more wrong with this country than I ever believed possible.

Specialist Royal commentators were wheeled in by the media, to give their privileged insights into everything, from how much rest the mother will need, to how soon the grandparents will leave it before visiting. They made a great deal of how ‘ordinary’ this couple is. ‘Just like any other young couple, proud parents’, said one. Except that hardly any other couples have the protection of personal armed bodyguards around the clock. They don’t get to collect their baby in a car that costs £75,000 – and not get a parking ticket – before deciding whether to return to their luxury home on a private estate in Central London, or instead choose their other luxury home, on a private estate in Norfolk. The proud father will soon be flying a helicopter for the East of England Air Ambulance, so it made sense to go to Norfolk. Of course it did.

Just the kind of decision made by every ordinary Dad whose baby was born yesterday.

When I was younger, this appalling sycophancy and downright lying made me angry, and I was full of hate for these parasitic royals. People said it was not ‘their fault’, and that they ‘didn’t ask for the job’. So what stops them walking away, having some self-respect, and living that ‘normal life’ that all their supporters claim that they live? Let them sort out childcare when they are both at work, struggle to save the deposit on a two-bedroom house in the suburbs, and worry about job cuts, redundancies, and no-hours contracts, like so many of the parents of the other 1999 children born on Saturday. Now I am old, I don’t have the energy to hate anymore. I just feel drained by it all.

Perhaps adoration of the royals is an escape. A fantasy of belonging that allows you to forget the humdrum, and makes you feel a part of something that is a centuries-old sham. I don’t know, because I have never felt it. All I see is another snout in the trough, someone else for the public to finance; one more cuckoo in an ever-growing nest.