As a contrarian, I am naturally oppose the institution of the Monarchy and principle rule of hereditary succession. It is a grotesque, inhumane, corrupt circus that idolises a false concept based on the perception that people must be ruled from above.
The Monarchy manages to achieve a level of contempt in me, which far surpasses my attitudes towards organised religion, and it brings out the most indecorousness and insincerity of my behaviour; most Monarchs tend to share my feelings, but significantly more towards their own subjects. Not their own reign.
A constant feeling of dread overwhelms my spirit whenever I read or observe any material related to current affairs. Facetious news coverage; border lining on salacious emotions of newsreaders and reporters are reaching an inept and nauseating climax.
I fear for Kay Burley on the day of the Royal Wedding.
‘Our dear Kate’ has been swept into a fairytale story, glamourised by the adoring public and coerced into affiliation with the Church of England. But, alas, that is the inevitable outcome of building a constitution on the family and political values of King Henry VIII. Her previous freedom and privacy in life will be banished in valle lacrimarum once the title of Princess is anointed; a mark her new enslavement and imprisonment as our future Queen in waiting.
And yet we celebrate this tragedy and exhibit symptoms of a collective Stockholm syndrome, all in the spectrum of a ‘Royal Wedding.’