“We Yanks cannot seem to get enough of this Queen,” an NBC analyst just gushed on national TV, her voice carried over a picture of Liz wearing a crown so encrusted with jewels one guesses that Liz’s head might flop forward at any moment.
Nice work, if you can get it.
I have the day off and OMG, I’d almost rather have to endure a day of Olympics hype than have to listen to any more of the drivel that comes out of the mouths of American and British journalists covering the Diamond Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth in that country.
She’s so selfless! She’s given her entire life in service to the British people! And not just the British people, but also to all those poor black, brown, tan and yellow people in the far flung reaches of the Commonwealth!
Sixty years of raiding the British public treasury — and that’s just during her reign — and she’s such a selfless giver!
Even that hateful bitch Mother Theresa at least took a vow of poverty.
If my ability to live in various castles and ride in style on private yachts and buzz around town in Bentleys, Rolls Royces (and gilded carriages for special occasions) was predicated on my willingness to trot around the world and act interested in seeing yet one more indigenous tribe somewhere dance in colorful garb, you can bet I’d put on some sensible shoes, grab a tiny sensible purse and get to it.
What a remarkably easy, if stultifying, way to make a living. After 60 years I’d probably have moments when I’d like to hang myself from the Tower of London, but then I’d think of my summers in Scotland and say to myself, “Stiff upper lip, old girl. It beats being a pensioner living in a council flat somewhere.”
Not only that, but it’s worth noting that the old gal and the coterie of self-hating closet cases who make up her male household staff have managed to go all these years without once making comment on the most important civil rights issues of our time involving LGBT people.
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