I like it preppyI have no damned queen, and I never will. Thank God for it.
My future queen.
I was never in danger of being one of those people freaking out about how exciting today’s royal wedding is. On the other hand I didn’t want to be one of those people freaking out about people freaking out about the wedding either, but dammit, this little "future queen" comment tipped me right over the edge.
I find the whole royalty thing fascinating with all the uniforms and ceremonies and protocols and such, but only in the same way I find the operation of a ballistic missile submarine fascinating. They’re both kind of neat, but they’re also both rather gruesome, and I’d vastly prefer to keep both of them far away from me at all times. My chances of leading a good life can only go down if it becomes expedient or necessary to concern myself with what is happening in either Buckingham Palace or the USS Maryland.
Like Tam said yesterday, a hereditary monarchy in the 21st century is literally retarded. (Retarded: having failed to progress; not advanced.) I take these clowns no more seriously than Emperor Norton I. Unlike the Windsors, at least everybody knew that Norton's claim to rule was based on nothing more than empty, self-aggrandizing delusions, and that his continued "reign" was contingent on the people being willing to humor him, in no small part for their own amusement.
A prince can mak a belted knight,I'm going back to doing some Science now. I expect the next hour of my life will result in more honest work than the current crop of self-appointed English royals will produce all month.
A marquis, duke, an' a' that!
But an honest man's aboon his might --
Guid faith, he mauna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities, an' a' that,
The pith o' sense an' pride o' worth
Are higher rank than a' that.