Author's Remarks:
Enforcedly born British and in a culture of which I’m significantly au fait as well as immensely steeped in, it’s nevertheless my Barbadian heritage and its own inimitably unique culture that I’m quite distinctly and unquestionably so, most emphatically and rather gratefully too deeply immersed in. An inclusive upbringing that from birth, throughout one’s childhood, adolescence and adulthood inculcate the undoubted concept that essentially throughout one’s life, full responsibility for which, on emerging from childhood and adolescence, one has and must logically, sensibly and effectively assume, at all times, full responsibility for one’s very own individual, whether acting alone or in concert collectively with others, distinct actions, and not malevolently, egregiously or simply facilely expect other to cover up for or actually malignantly or sycophantically carry the can for what very clearly have done.

In the decades therefore that have eventually followed my birth, upbringing and the natural shouldering quite consciously thereafter for all matters pertaining to my adulthood I’ve been very dismayed during my residency in Britain how very easily and likewise effectively nationally, the repulsive and discernibly, deeply entrenched, noxiously class-infested and quite obsessively the reproachable social climbing orientation significantly is. A pattern of behaviour that Kate Middleton: a demonstrably workshy, inveterately elitist in her ineradicable mind-set, and a fanatically inculcated narcissist calculatedly and indefatigably coached by her assertive mother, relentlessly stalked and consequentially snared a credulous, selfish and utterly smug but basically a thoroughly dim-witted, albeit exceedingly, unwarrantedly privileged prat William Windsor.

Obviously William Windsor didn’t have the sort of cultural upbringing that I did and where the uncensored emotional and sexual adage is, and effectively installed in me by my Mama when I attained my puberty and specifically so the age of consent. And goes like this: “If your head, heart and penis independently and emotionally say yes, go for it! If any one of that trio however says no, then forget it!” Astute Barbadian Commonsense! And don’t tell or try to convince me, a Bajan – the affectionate name we Barbadians give ourselves – that you’re knocking off a more than eager bint for in excess of a decade and moreover one who hates work as much as you yourself do, but you can well afford to do that shit because monarichal and serf subservient Britain allows you too; however this woman you’re shagging, easily and at will is nowt but an obsessive social climber who wouldn’t have looked at you twice if you were an Asda supermarket shelf packer or even an assiduously hardworking postman, but you’re clearly none of these perceived by her, mundane things and are in effect second in line to an entrenched Middle Ages mind-set British monarchy; yet it fatuously took you TEN PLUS years William to discover that you supposedly love her and wanted to marry her. Yet subsequently racially chiding your brother Harry, genuinely in love, for effectively and easily making up his own mind that he was in love with an African American woman Meghan Markle, who self-evidently didn’t have Kate Middleton’s pink skin, and distinctly in spite of your bullying and utilizing that also of your uncle and late mother’s brother to dissuade Harry from marrying Meghan! An enterprise you miserably and self-evidently, gratefully failed in.

Frankly you were had by Kate and her mother, William Windsor, and now belatedly, as you’re similarly not the sharpest knife in the cutlery drawer, you’re essentially realizing that you’ve been massively had by Kate and her mum. Hence the quite laughable impasse that you and your emotionally bogus marriage are decidedly in. And, frankly, no matter how much public, fake positive PR spin that the Palace’s self-servingly PR spin, the customary right-wing rags endeavour to portray you and Kate as the archetypal Romeo and Juliet, while your trolls, paid bots and gullible clickbait sycophants do the same , while conveniently throwing all your noxious vitriol, hatred and racist frustrations at Harry and Meghan, it plainly, simply isn’t working, for why would rags like the Daily Mail need to include Meghan and Harry in practically every article about you and Kate in order to get their financial clickbait; in other words have your potential readers respond to these articles, because without Harry and Meghan even to inspire hatred stories solely about yourself William and Kate are thoroughly boring and uninteresting. And most definitely to those like me , even if enforcedly British born and actually retain our British citizenship – and why should we give these up when you have so much distinctly belonging to us (Lol) – are nevertheless culturally, logically and intelligently Bajans!

For we know that difference between love and pretence; and while you and Kate Middleton are pretending, and quite pathetically so, we’ll continue to applaud, and much to your collective racist chagrin we know, Meghan and Harry for being genuinely in love, and while both mentally liberated – just like us Bajans – quite determinedly and unafraid doing their own thing!

#Greed #Hypocrisy #Stupidity