A lot more medals to polish by these pitiable; poor sod serf, monarchical batmen!
By Stanley Collymore
Ah the Windsors! The Defenders of the
Universe; Champions of the rich, and
highly influential meddlers in British
politics although unelected and really
unaccountable to anyone least of all
their distinctly peasant and fawning
sycophants. Granted by parliament
an extra 145 million Pounds each
year recently simply additionally to
the several millions, which they do
annually quite customarily receive
plus those one billion Pound wind
turbine revenues that they equally
obligatorily get evidently because
the British monarchy ridiculously,
actually because of who they are
effectively own the entire seabed
around the coasts of Britain; and
as such every solitary thing, that
is of benefit, and connected to it.
And of course clearly absolutely
legally exempt from ever having
to rather troublesomely pay any
of that odiously inheritance tax!
Good grief! Does all this extra
handing out of useless and
utterly meaningless fancy
titles mean that their new recipients:
dull, baldy William Windsor, skilfully
adept social climber, and bone idle,
markedly unquestionably work shy
Waity Katie Middleton and literally
the undeniably third wheel on this
simple, distinctive wagon, Sophie
Rhys Jones, get the chance to go
and visit those fancy attire, dress
shops for more silly outfits while
also, similarly avidly, rummaging
through their equally quite fancy
medal boxes, to significantly too
additionally enhance their brand
new and apportioned positions?
Highly insensitive of Charles, as
his sister Anne Windsor literally
in prominence terms must truly
be basically choked and simply
quite devastatingly envious too
relative this catching up on her!
(C) Stanley V. Collymore
11 August 2023.
Author's Remarks:
Another convenient opportunity for the Savile Row tailors to clearly, essentially make more bespoke, military uniforms for these so-called royals that basically, quite evidently never ever do genuinely join the British Armed Forces let alone would realistically fight for Britain. But in essence are the classic patriots that will naturally, undoubtedly vociferously, enthusiastically and equally bellicosely fight to the last drop of someone else's blood in any real defence of Britain but unsurprisingly never willing to spill their own blood in such a cause. But actually have no problem whatsoever in literally and distinctly seeing themselves as the undoubted and similarly divine rulers of this United Kingdom.
This is precisely how the Windsors get things! They are either granted them or have them handed out to them. Since in actuality they've never earned a solitary thing in their pathetic and useless lives; and frankly wouldn't know the feeling of achievement if it were to quite basically unquestionably and proverbially simply literally actually jump out and bite them on their quite unwarrantedly privileged, and utterly useless asses!
Pathetic; self-serving
