Prince Charles has suffered an enormous amount of ridicule in the media recently for his increasingly addle pated and absurd notions. Quite right too, the divvy jug eared cunt.
Just because you are the result of several hundred years of practically incestuous couplings, which have given you and your cretin offspring the mental capacity of spaniels, does not mean that you are qualified to give the public your opinion on anything. Rather the opposite in fact…
I’m thoroughly sick of the antics of this pack of inbred and horse faced mutants.
When I dress up as a Nazi and sexually molest young girls in night clubs I get arrested (it’s still worth it though!) whereas “Prince” Harry, who clearly has about as much royal blood as me, gets chortled about as “being just like one of the chaps”. In this case “chaps” of course means “braying, smug, public school educated spiky haired twats who wear rugby shirts and who never, ever have to think for themselves”.
His brother (our future King) is clearly about the most slow witted, doltish and charmless young man ever to be shat out by the public school system. I suppose that this, in retrospect, is an achievement of a sort…
He’s so stupid he’s been practically thrown out of every part of the armed forces, despite actually fucking owning them. Do we really want our country to be represented by something like this?
Is there anybody at all in this country who can give me a reason why we still have a monarchy? A proper reason, by the way-not some absurd conjecture about them increasing the levels of tourism to the country or something similar- for a start:
- Tourism from abroad is a very small industry sector in this country-if you argue otherwise you are a fucking idiot. There are innumerable other parts of the economy crying out for reinvestment, and paying the vets bill for some chinless dickhead's polo ponies is not one of them.
- The packs of fat fucking Americans we get over here asking stupid questions have come here to see “History”, not the Queen. Even they are not fucking stupid enough to think they will see her, and are just only too happy to point their cameras at old buildings (even if they don’t know what the fuck they are for), buy union jack hats and get mugged in Soho at knifepoint by vicious homosexuals.
What kind of person really supports the Royal Family? The kind of person who looks back and thinks about how much nicer it was in the “old days”, when we still had “little corner grocers run by affable men in duster coats and postmen who whistled as they strolled around the village”. “When Sunday was still special, we had games of cricket on the village green” “Community spirit-that’s we had in them days. We didn’t have nowt, but we shared it…” “eeehhh that doctor’s as black as the ace of spades, he is…”
Yes, that’s right, the only people who still support the royal family are either hopelessly reactionary, or in the late stages of Alzheimer’s disease (and more probably both).
Why then do we still have them? It’s not like we haven’t had enough chances to have a decent revolution. We even got rid of them 400 odd years ago, but then stupidly brought them back, but that was only because Oliver Cromwell was like an extra dour version of Gordon Brown who hated the Irish and banned Christmas. They pretty much own most of the land in the country, and yet still demand yet more money from the public purse each year for “essential expenses”. Like Valets and stuff no doubt…
Now, I’m not a communist or anything, but I have to work all fucking week to support my family (as do millions of others). At the best of times I heartily resent the siphoning of my money, that I feel would be much better spent on my own offspring, to support the feckless.
When it’s been spunked away by some useless cunt who wants to take a helicopter to a fucking stag night it pretty much makes by blood boil with anger…
I know I’m constantly calling for the violent overthrow of pretty much everyone from the Royal Mail to the cast of “Hollyoaks”, but surely this one must be a worthy cause??
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