I’ve never, ever had kindly thoughts on constitutional
monarchies, such as Britain’s, which is not only an oxymoron, but a ridiculous
anachronism. And even less tolerance for
absolute monarchies, which still prevail in Saudi Arabia and other Middle
Eastern Arab states, not to mention that de
facto monarchy in the grossly-misnamed Democratic People’s Republic of
Korea (North Korea), where its first leader, Kim Il-sung, was succeeded in
power by his son, Kim Jong-il, and he, in turn by his son, Kim Jong-un—such regimes
are cruel despotisms, medieval-style tyrannies in this, the 21st
Century! Nor for that narrow-based “electoral”
monarchy, the Catholic Papacy, where the Pope is “elected” to succeed his predecessor
only by a vote among the Cardinals, who choose one such from their small ranks. To this diehard socialist and democratic
republican, monarchies of any sort are just plain atavistic and stupid. Period!
Aesthetically, the last word on monarchies, especially the
British, was stated by the seminal British punk rock band, the Sex Pistols, in
their outrageously but delightfully snarky song, “God Save The Queen;” a
notable protest song that , I’m glad to say, although written in 1976, the 25th
Jubilee of the rule by Queen Elizabeth II, still outpolled the actual Queen’s
65th Jubilee by 3-1 among the British populace! I’m proud to have penned a poem honoring the
Sex Pistols, published in Indianapolis’s Flying
Island literary journal in 2015, posted online at http://flyingislandjournal.blogspot.com/2015/10/sex-pistols-we-are-all-punks-poem-by.html;
along with a link to a video of the Sex Pistols performing “God
Save The Queen,” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02D2T3wGCYg.
That being said, I did (and still do) have a warm spot in my
heart for that outrageous commoner, Fergie, Sarah Ferguson, who married into
the British Royal Family and proceeded to turn it topsy-turvy; and also for
that other commoner, Kate, now Duchess of Cambridge and baby-making factory, who’s
so outraged the Queen on several times when, on official visits, the wind has
accidentally blown up her skirt in public, showing a delightful pair of
gams! (See, as male, I’m automatically “sexist”
according to Politically Correct feminist women—so I’ll just revel in it, as
that’s the way I’m biologically hard-wired!) And yes, of course, that member of minor
British royalty, Princess Di, Diana, who ended up haplessly in marriage to
Prince Charles; and who died tragically in an auto accident in Paris 20 years
ago this year.
Despite her royal blood, and the surely humiliating ritual
of being examined by Royal Physicians to ensure she was still a virgin at the
time of her marriage, Di was affably down-to-earth in ways the Royal Family
wasn’t. Further, she delighted the
tabloids by wearing skimpy bikinis, and by even having an affair during her
loveless marriage with a young Lieutenant in the British armed forces. According to a recent article in the London Times, because of these and other
supposed transgressions and affronts to the arrogant royal degenerates, she
was treated with “feudal cruelty” by the rest of British royalty—but was
beloved by the British populace in a way the other royals were never so, and
indeed, could never be. I remember
around the time of her death talking to a British customer at my job in a
parking garage, who said the British people loved Di because she was so humanly
affable, and who went on to describe Prince Charles as a “prig.” Well spoken!
And even after her divorce from Charles, when she became a jet-setting
celebrity, she still maintained that honest affability, that air of truly decent
and touchingly human reserve, something so obviously foreign to those other constantly
publicity-grabbing “celebrities” such as Kim Kardashian. She found all this folderol a bother, even as
the paparazzi insisted on commodifying her by constantly taking photographs of
her to sell, denying her any privacy whatsoever. And it was in a vain attempt to escape these
prying paparazzi that she tragically died when the automobile she was in
crashed.
Prince Charles stated
once that he never loved Diana.
Certainly an appropriate comment from this priggish, shallow fellow who’s
had nothing to do all his life, and no other purpose to his life, other than
wait for the Old Bag on the throne to die!
That’s enough to almost (I say almost)
make me feel sorry for the hapless Charles; who now has even been denied the
chance to succeed her, as the 90-yeaqr-old Queen herself has designated William
and Kate to succeed her as occupants on that useless throne. Though Charles has had some minor
accomplishments: he once gave a
socially- and religiously-conservative speech a few decades ago now that did
draw favorable attention, and was a reasonable stab at actual thought; he’s
also knighted several British rock and pop stars of far more merit than he, creating
Sir Paul McCartney, Sir Elton John, Sir Van Morrison, and yes, even Sir Mick
Jagger! (Knighted December 13, 2003.) And
I do hope that, before he dies, he does have one final “honor” (which I’m sure
will never happen), that of knighting, creating, Sir Johnny Rotten (aka Johnny
Lydon), lead singer of the Sex Pistols and one of the most thoughtful men in
rock, thus giving “God Save The Queen” the “royal” recognition it’s long
overdue!
So, please forgive my “bourgeois sentimentality” here as I
say a few kind words for Diana, which she does truly deserve!
