The Royals

[CCArchive]

I don't understand the Brits. I never have. Although I'm from Wales and, technically, I suppose, that makes me a Brit I just don't get the national psyche. They'll rage furiously at the thought of a hard-working Polish plumber grafting his arse off because he's

[Decimus]

I don't understand the Brits. I never have. Although I'm from Wales and, technically, I suppose, that makes me a Brit I just don't get the national psyche. They'll rage furiously at the thought of a hard-working Polish plumber grafting his arse off because he's �stealing our jobs� yet fawn, grovel, bow and scrape at a collection of German-Greek immigrant benefit-scroungers bleeding the country dry. As long, of course, as they�re wearing crowns while they do so. Despite all of Cromwell�s efforts, the British remain a people in love with the Monarchy and their fascination with the interminable minutiae of the Royals pampered lives remains a source of endless fascination. They'll tell you better Mrs Windsor than Mr Blair as head of state, any day of the week. Quite how and why Tony Blair would be the mandatory head of state if we didn't have a monarchy is something only they know. Why they feel we need a head of state at all, in fact, is a topic you'll debate at the risk of your sanity. They seem to think, also, that the Windsors are to be thanked for generating every single pound of tourist revenue and that that justifies their existence. In fact, to the British, it seems as if the Windsors are the constitutional equivalent of the bloody Beatles; every single thing of any merit is to be laid at their door, irrespective of any evidence to the contrary. It's a nonsense argument, of course. Like all the arguments from toadying monarchists are nonsense. It presupposes that somehow, someway, were we to rid ourselves of this decaying, corrupt, anti-democratic, feudal hangover, people would suddenly cease to visit our septic isle. People come to see the sights, the palaces, the artefact's, and the visible reminders of centuries of history. It's not as if the Queen, or one of her dysfunctional offspring, pop out onto the lawn at Buck House to pose for photos with Japanese tourists, is it? But let�s talk about the money for a moment. Those crazy Brits have spent the last 18 months or so bitterly complaining that because those of them in the private sector have had their pensions looted so public sector workers should shut up moaning and take it too. Frankly, this absolutely mystifies me; this spiteful, resentful ignorance that drives so much British political opinion. Yet it�s woefully inconsistent, isn't it? Perish the thought nurses, doctors, cleaners, firemen and teachers should manage to hang on to their derisory pensions, which average out at a miserable �5K a year, by the way, but they'll smile vapidly and cheer moronically while waving a plastic union flag at just one family raking in somewhere in the region of �340 million a year of public money. That doesn't even include the indirect payments for security, travel, maintenance and those sumptuous dinner parties where the Queen entertains despots, torturers, dictators and murdering tyrants from the Middle East and Africa. The nauseating Jubilee jamboree added a few extra zeros to the nation's outgoings column as well. Oh, and the wedding the year before and soon another Royal mouth to feed (despite the Tories saying benefit claimants should have no further children). As if all that weren�t enough to challenge even the most resilient sycophantic ignorance, the Queen, with breathtaking gall, had the effrontery to ask for a further contribution from the government's cold weather pot, set up to help poverty-stricken pensioners with rising fuel costs, to help heat her bloody palaces! God forbid this fantastically wealthy scrounger should actually pay for these things herself. Her personal fortune, including stocks, shares, property, art and so on is estimated at somewhere in the region of �3-5 billion or more (some say hundreds of billions!). All this at a time when public services, public sector jobs, wages, terms and conditions are being slashed in the most savage round of austerity measures yet seen in modern times. We can't afford them, you see. We all need to do our bit and make sacrifices because �we're all in it together�, remember. We throw billions of tax pounds at crooked and incompetent bankers, while allowing them to continue enjoying six and seven-figure salaries, bonuses and stock options and then we have these publicly-funded bean-fests of gluttonous and hideously expensive proportions as well. But we can't afford to let nurses draw the pension they were promised, as part of their legally agreed terms and conditions of employment. Go figure, as the Crown's former colonial subjects might say. Meanwhile, just a few miles across the English Channel the French shake their heads in disbelief. The average Brit sneers at the French while they riot, strike and rebel at every injustice and outrage. The average Brit, on the other hand, prefers instead to whine, bitch and sulk that someone may be slightly less badly-off than he is and when someone finally does take action, he condemns those people for doing that which he lacks the guts and integrity to do himself. He prefers, instead, to fawn, grovel and scrape at the feet of a corrupt, anti-democratic collective of glorified social security spongers, parasites that the French had the guts to excise centuries ago. How the hell anyone can wave a Union flag and be proud of this squalid, mean-spirited and patronage-ridden feudal-backwater we call the UK is beyond even my impressive powers of creativity. But its not even the money, the inequality, the nauseating display of riches, power and privilege we continue to fund simply due to accidents of birth. Its the affront to democracy that represents the biggest sin. The Queen and her fellow ermine-clad panhandlers aren't just some quaint, lovable, eccentric legacy from medieval times. They aren't powerless and they aren't harmless. They represent and also wield considerable powers, which can be utilized in times of national crisis (for crisis read rebellion, protest, civil disturbance and an uppity peasantry). Via the Royal Prerogative a panoply of special powers exist which can be wheeled out to suspend parliament, implement martial law and snuff out any forces deemed to threaten the existing order. Please don't delude yourself these powers are merely symbolic. Oh, and get this; the Monarch is exempt from prosecution for any offense at all. Ever. Outrageous, disgraceful and absolutely impossible to justify. A constitutional, hereditary monarchy, along with an unelected upper chamber which can overrule decisions made by those whom the public has elected, has no place in any country claiming to be a democracy. No place at all; into the dustbin of history with these reactionary worthies and their entire apparatus of class-privilege, patronage and inequality. As April looms and the Coalition's vicious at the Bedroom Tax starts to bite, merely the latest salvo in their ongoing class offensive against the nations poorest, will we see the Windsors forced to cough up the extra cash for their unused rooms in their opulent palaces and houses?. Apart from anything else, what the hell is wrong with a people who individually and collectively have such little self-respect they'll happily debase themselves before a collection of maladjusted misfits who only occupy the position they do thanks to centuries of incest, tyranny, murder, thievery and bloodshed?. And so you can do one of two things; you can continue to be a party to the triumphal orgy of sickening, sycophantic fawning that celebrates the anti-democratic concept of inherited, unelected, wealth, privilege and power, paid for by us. Or you could fight for a future where no one dies alone, cold, starving and homeless on our streets, while a single family of leeches is subsidized to the tune of hundreds of millions, maybe even billions, of pounds every year. A world where the poor are not booted from their homes for the crime of having a spare room and the real benefit scroungers are targeted with the same gleeful spite and callousness as that experienced by the most desperate among us. Here's to a better, more humane, more egalitarian, world. A brighter,monarchy-free, future.

I don't know who this was, but well done that man/woman. Ten times more vitriol than my post and one hundred percent nail on the head.

[Cuntybaws]

I don't know who this was, but well done that man/woman. Ten times more vitriol than my post and one hundred percent nail on the head.

 

Well, let me think. A shameless cut & paste from David Icke, which in turn was a shameless cut & paste from Sabotage Times. It can only be the fucking goatshagger!

[Decimus]

Well, let me think. A shameless cut & paste from David Icke, which in turn was a shameless cut & paste from Sabotage Times. It can only be the fucking goatshagger!

I knew I could count on you Baws, but I'm still none the wiser. Please don't tell me it was Wotakunt, I'll never forgive myself for liking something he posted, even if it was heavily plagiarised.

[Cuntybaws]

I knew I could count on you Baws, but I'm still none the wiser. Please don't tell me it was Wotakunt, I'll never forgive myself for liking something he posted, even if it was heavily plagiarised.

 

It was before your time, fear not - a conspiracy theorist cunt called jimmygoat, aka "The goatshagger".  And to say it was heavily plagiarised is the understatement of all time; he changed the original line "Although I'm from Scotland" to "Although I'm from Wales" and the rest was a pure word for word rip-off.

 

https://www.davidicke.com/headlines/how-the-royal-family-is-destroying-britain/

[Decimus]

It was before your time, fear not - a conspiracy theorist cunt called jimmygoat, aka "The goatshagger". And to say it was heavily plagiarised is the understatement of all time; he changed the original line "Although I'm from Scotland" to "Although I'm from Wales" and the rest was a pure word for word rip-off.

https://www.davidicke.com/headlines/how-the-royal-family-is-destroying-britain/

Fucking hell, liking something from a David Icke site is almost as shameful as appreciating a Wotakunt post. I'm off to hang my head in shame and polish my silver jubilee China set.

[cuntspotter]

It was before your time, fear not - a conspiracy theorist cunt called jimmygoat, aka "The goatshagger".  And to say it was heavily plagiarised is the understatement of all time; he changed the original line "Although I'm from Scotland" to "Although I'm from Wales" and the rest was a pure word for word rip-off.
 
https://www.davidicke.com/headlines/how-the-royal-family-is-destroying-britain/

I remember this.

[Guest KuntaCunty]

This group of utter cunts have pulled off the greatest con of benefit scrounging in human history.  For that, they should be placed upon a pedestal outside New Scotland Yard.  But, some of the wealth should be reclaimed by the armed forces, in order to finance bigger, and more elaborate scams in the Parliament.  

[Guest deebom]

Whoever wrote it. It's fuckig true and much respect to whomever it was. Even if it was that cunt Icke.

[Guest]

 

Well, let me think. A shameless cut & paste from David Icke, which in turn was a shameless cut & paste from Sabotage Times. It can only be the fucking goatshagger!

 

What?

Why does Harry have ginger hair & look nothing whatsoever like Prince Charles? Willy looks like Charles - he's the spit, Harry looks nowt like him.

 

I wonder if Harry has ginger hair under his armpits?

[Guest Alfie Noakes]

Harry Hewitt is the half brother of William Windsor. I am sure the latter was down to IVF or a turkey baster as I don't think HRH is into women who don't look like a horse.
Fucking privilege by birthright, enforced by the backing of the sky fairy worshippers. People unite, we must rid ourselves of the royal leeches.

[Guest ducunti]

I don't understand the Brits. I never have. Although I'm from Wales and, technically, I suppose, that makes me a Brit I just don't get the national psyche. They'll rage furiously at the thought of a hard-working Polish plumber grafting his arse off because he's �stealing our jobs� yet fawn, grovel, bow and scrape at a collection of German-Greek immigrant benefit-scroungers bleeding the country dry. As long, of course, as they�re wearing crowns while they do so. Despite all of Cromwell�s efforts, the British remain a people in love with the Monarchy and their fascination with the interminable minutiae of the Royals pampered lives remains a source of endless fascination. They'll tell you better Mrs Windsor than Mr Blair as head of state, any day of the week. Quite how and why Tony Blair would be the mandatory head of state if we didn't have a monarchy is something only they know. Why they feel we need a head of state at all, in fact, is a topic you'll debate at the risk of your sanity. They seem to think, also, that the Windsors are to be thanked for generating every single pound of tourist revenue and that that justifies their existence. In fact, to the British, it seems as if the Windsors are the constitutional equivalent of the bloody Beatles; every single thing of any merit is to be laid at their door, irrespective of any evidence to the contrary. It's a nonsense argument, of course. Like all the arguments from toadying monarchists are nonsense. It presupposes that somehow, someway, were we to rid ourselves of this decaying, corrupt, anti-democratic, feudal hangover, people would suddenly cease to visit our septic isle. People come to see the sights, the palaces, the artefact's, and the visible reminders of centuries of history. It's not as if the Queen, or one of her dysfunctional offspring, pop out onto the lawn at Buck House to pose for photos with Japanese tourists, is it? But let�s talk about the money for a moment. Those crazy Brits have spent the last 18 months or so bitterly complaining that because those of them in the private sector have had their pensions looted so public sector workers should shut up moaning and take it too. Frankly, this absolutely mystifies me; this spiteful, resentful ignorance that drives so much British political opinion. Yet it�s woefully inconsistent, isn't it? Perish the thought nurses, doctors, cleaners, firemen and teachers should manage to hang on to their derisory pensions, which average out at a miserable �5K a year, by the way, but they'll smile vapidly and cheer moronically while waving a plastic union flag at just one family raking in somewhere in the region of �340 million a year of public money. That doesn't even include the indirect payments for security, travel, maintenance and those sumptuous dinner parties where the Queen entertains despots, torturers, dictators and murdering tyrants from the Middle East and Africa. The nauseating Jubilee jamboree added a few extra zeros to the nation's outgoings column as well. Oh, and the wedding the year before and soon another Royal mouth to feed (despite the Tories saying benefit claimants should have no further children). As if all that weren�t enough to challenge even the most resilient sycophantic ignorance, the Queen, with breathtaking gall, had the effrontery to ask for a further contribution from the government's cold weather pot, set up to help poverty-stricken pensioners with rising fuel costs, to help heat her bloody palaces! God forbid this fantastically wealthy scrounger should actually pay for these things herself. Her personal fortune, including stocks, shares, property, art and so on is estimated at somewhere in the region of �3-5 billion or more (some say hundreds of billions!). All this at a time when public services, public sector jobs, wages, terms and conditions are being slashed in the most savage round of austerity measures yet seen in modern times. We can't afford them, you see. We all need to do our bit and make sacrifices because �we're all in it together�, remember. We throw billions of tax pounds at crooked and incompetent bankers, while allowing them to continue enjoying six and seven-figure salaries, bonuses and stock options and then we have these publicly-funded bean-fests of gluttonous and hideously expensive proportions as well. But we can't afford to let nurses draw the pension they were promised, as part of their legally agreed terms and conditions of employment. Go figure, as the Crown's former colonial subjects might say. Meanwhile, just a few miles across the English Channel the French shake their heads in disbelief. The average Brit sneers at the French while they riot, strike and rebel at every injustice and outrage. The average Brit, on the other hand, prefers instead to whine, bitch and sulk that someone may be slightly less badly-off than he is and when someone finally does take action, he condemns those people for doing that which he lacks the guts and integrity to do himself. He prefers, instead, to fawn, grovel and scrape at the feet of a corrupt, anti-democratic collective of glorified social security spongers, parasites that the French had the guts to excise centuries ago. How the hell anyone can wave a Union flag and be proud of this squalid, mean-spirited and patronage-ridden feudal-backwater we call the UK is beyond even my impressive powers of creativity. But its not even the money, the inequality, the nauseating display of riches, power and privilege we continue to fund simply due to accidents of birth. Its the affront to democracy that represents the biggest sin. The Queen and her fellow ermine-clad panhandlers aren't just some quaint, lovable, eccentric legacy from medieval times. They aren't powerless and they aren't harmless. They represent and also wield considerable powers, which can be utilized in times of national crisis (for crisis read rebellion, protest, civil disturbance and an uppity peasantry). Via the Royal Prerogative a panoply of special powers exist which can be wheeled out to suspend parliament, implement martial law and snuff out any forces deemed to threaten the existing order. Please don't delude yourself these powers are merely symbolic. Oh, and get this; the Monarch is exempt from prosecution for any offense at all. Ever. Outrageous, disgraceful and absolutely impossible to justify. A constitutional, hereditary monarchy, along with an unelected upper chamber which can overrule decisions made by those whom the public has elected, has no place in any country claiming to be a democracy. No place at all; into the dustbin of history with these reactionary worthies and their entire apparatus of class-privilege, patronage and inequality. As April looms and the Coalition's vicious at the Bedroom Tax starts to bite, merely the latest salvo in their ongoing class offensive against the nations poorest, will we see the Windsors forced to cough up the extra cash for their unused rooms in their opulent palaces and houses?. Apart from anything else, what the hell is wrong with a people who individually and collectively have such little self-respect they'll happily debase themselves before a collection of maladjusted misfits who only occupy the position they do thanks to centuries of incest, tyranny, murder, thievery and bloodshed?. And so you can do one of two things; you can continue to be a party to the triumphal orgy of sickening, sycophantic fawning that celebrates the anti-democratic concept of inherited, unelected, wealth, privilege and power, paid for by us. Or you could fight for a future where no one dies alone, cold, starving and homeless on our streets, while a single family of leeches is subsidized to the tune of hundreds of millions, maybe even billions, of pounds every year. A world where the poor are not booted from their homes for the crime of having a spare room and the real benefit scroungers are targeted with the same gleeful spite and callousness as that experienced by the most desperate among us. Here's to a better, more humane, more egalitarian, world. A brighter,monarchy-free, future.

Technically it does not make you a brit, only English and Scott allowed in the club.

[Guest]

What?

Why does Harry have ginger hair & look nothing whatsoever like Prince Charles? Willy looks like Charles - he's the spit, Harry looks nowt like him.

 

I wonder if Harry has ginger hair under his armpits?

Or ginger pubes?

[Guest KuntaCunty]

Fuck off, Prof!