‘My childhood was filled with memories of penurious exiled royals scrounging for meat & wine in the dining rooms of Grosvenor Square; stories of distant cousins stabbed in basements & shot in ditches. I think I will steer clear of radical utopian political experiments.’
The thing is that those royal is what they had, and their ancester donecto the people to gain and retain their power. Maybe they deserved to die in a ditch. Did our royals help starving miners before the first world war. Or the latter strike for that matter.
The Windsors are masters of PR. They gaslight us all from infancy that monarchies are normal, that ours is the best and we all benefit from having it. No they aren't, no it isn't and no we don't. Whilst they all live rent free in their 25 stately homes, flying around in helicopters. .
And the best gaslighting is the one where they’ve convinced people they work.
This. They don't work. They attend. They show up, look around, and leave. It's all a performance. Any normal person would feel like a total fucking lemon having that kind of pointless existence.
And it’s at most three days a week. Not sure if some of them can even dress themselves.
Yup, the Saxe-Coburg Gotha’s are ‘survivors’
Succinctly put 👏👏👏👏
But also filled with stories of the relatives who became out and out fascists, had hereditary diseases, wore Nazi uniforms for fun. So, I’ll not be rocking the boat as this position is way too cushy.
