Those of you who know me know that I was born with a top hat and a monocle, 250 years late. For this reason, I dedicate tonight's post to th new Prince of Cambridge. As the below picture unequivocally demonstrates, the British have a way with words:
I only regret that my mother was not delivered of me when I was born.
In all seriousness, even though you may think this some twisted continuation of my joke, I love what the Royal Family brings to the proverbial table. They serve as a reminder and a motivator to anyone willing to pay attention. A reminder to keep control of your temper. Areminder that there is still a charm associated with sophistication and class. And I do mean real class, not the kind that buffoon Trump can swing around simply because he is rich. I mean the kind of class that perfect manners, posture, gait and cultural awareness spawn. For this reason I thank the Royal Family today. They have managed to break down some stodgy barriers such as not allowing a daughter to be regent unless there are absolutely no other sons to speak of, or not allowing a "commoner" to marry into the family simply due to the outrageous concept of love. All the meanwhile they have maintained that which makes them Royal, namely all of the prior mentioned traits. Long live the Queen, Prince, Duke, Duchess and new Prince.
Pip Pip old chaps, until my next post (in 10 minutes)
I thought of something even more delightful to drive my point home. While this all happened in England, the common clay of the earth (mostly US driven) fawn over that gigantic twit Justin Bieber and enjoy commercials like this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VxjfMKa9PE
Idiocracy anyone?
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