- Sat Jun 04, 2022 11:48 pm
#26932
You know, the more I think about it (and given the saturation media coverage of this weekend’s absurd living obsequies, I have little choice but to think about it), the notion of a monarch having been in post for a full 70 years, of a frail nonagenarian still perpetuating the illusion of a vigorous head of state, bolstered by Buck House press office euphemisms such as having “experienced discomfort”, is actually rather obscene.
Brenda, in a sane world, would have stood down 30 years ago to a very comfortable retirement in favour of her jug-eared son. Abdication not possible? Nonsense. Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands managed it with the minimum of fuss. What of the divine nature of her accession to the throne, the “will of god”, her anointed obligation to “serve” her “whole life, whether it be long or short”? Well, consider Pope Benedict. Similarly created pontiff by the will of the almighty, he too retired and a successor was appointed without much ado, thereby avoiding the rather disgustingly drawn-out, agonising death of his predecessor Pope John Paul II in office. Presumably, Benedict had a quiet word with The Big Pink Pixie in the Sky.
That we are now celebrating the impending demise (for that is what, effectively, is happening) of our 96 year old head of state with concert performances at Buckingham Palace by the likes of Queen and Sir Rod Stewart, while the monarch herself has more than likely taken an early night with a large gin and some earplugs, is, in my view, quite repugnant.
And Paddington fucking Bear??? Talk about bread and circuses.
"The opportunity to serve our country: that is all we ask.” John Smith, May 11, 1994.