After holding our collective breath for two days, we finally learned Monday that the latest in a long line of the ultra-privileged would be named Her Royal Highness Princess Charlotte of Cambridge. Whew! What a big handle for such a tiny person
And once again I am left wondering why we care. Isn’t this the same gang we kicked out of here a couple hundred years ago?
Call me a grumpy old anti-monarchist if you will. I’ll happily line up behind the guy who declared our independence from all these people, a guy named Jefferson.
Honestly, I have never understood the American media’s infatuation with the comings and goings of Buckingham Palace.
On the day of the new princess’s birth, “The Today Show” devoted its first nine minutes to the event - yes, I counted them - before moving on to CBS. Forget ISIS. Forget the tornadoes ripping through the country. Baltimore? What’s that?
No, there is another royal baby born and we must examine every angle before returning to the problems facing the good old USA.
I just don’t get it.
I know there are Anglophiles among us. I worked with two of them many years ago and they could not get enough when Prince Charles married Diana. We argued, playfully, about it constantly.
I suppose if I thought about it, I’d name Prince Harry as my all-time favorite royal dude. He’s pretty much out of the running for a kingship and he acts like he could care less. He soldiers, he parties, he likes the girls - just like ordinary blokes. I think we could have been pals in my youth.
Of course, I grew up with stuffy, polo-playing Prince Charles and never understood why the British would give him and his family millions of dollars a year to live on. What made them so special?
There was a time, when I was writing editorials, that a member of the British Parliament - a Labor member, of course - derided Charles over something or other and referred to the young prince as a “pipsqueak.”
I loved it so much I wrote a little editorial about it. I lamented that being a prince these days wasn’t what it used to be. In another era, Charles could have yelled “Off with his head!” - and so it would have been done. Too bad, pipsqueak.
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