Feudalistic Orgy

King Arthur: Old woman.
Dennis: Man.
King Arthur: Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
Dennis: I'm 37.
King Arthur: What?
Dennis: I'm 37. I'm not old.
King Arthur: Well I can't just call you "man".
Dennis: Well you could say "Dennis".
King Arthur: I didn't know you were called Dennis.
Dennis: Well you didn't bother to find out did you?
King Arthur: I did say sorry about the "old woman", but from behind you looked...
Dennis: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior.
King Arthur: Well I am king.
Dennis: Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. 

King Arthur: I am your king. 

Woman: Well I didn't vote for you.
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
[Angelic music plays... ]
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
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Dennis: Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you.

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Dennis: Oh but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away.

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Dennis: Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
King Arthur: Bloody peasant!
Dennis: Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw him, Didn't you?

-- Monty Python and the Holy Grail

The past week, we witnessed a disgusting display of oligarchical power.  The whole point was to let us peasants know that we can't possibly throw a party like these inbred, insane and megalomaniacal scum.

We are told that the whole world came to a halt to witness the re-inforcement of our servitude.  Supposedly, all us serfs stopped our grinding labor to witness our owners display their superiority, sovereignty, 'divine right,' and absolute power over us.

Wilhelm Hanover, Prince of Whales, wed his selected breed-stock, a supposed 'commoner' (actually descended from a break-away branch of the House of Hanover thus re-uniting the estranged family).  The breed-stock, often called 'Kate,; as if we're all friends and equals, comes from a family of 'self-made millionaires.'  Well, of course.  The scum wouldn't chose some poor Cinderella for this perverse 'fairy tale.'  What's the bet they even genetically tested 'Kate' to make sure she was proper breed-stock for little Wilhelm?

We are told that the new breeding line will not take an immediate honeymoon.  Little Wilhelm must return to active service in the RAF, where he can mount his magic carpet and sail through the Heavens, collecting bodies of real commoners in his blood-lust rituals of passage for our Masters of the Global Elite.

Just look at the photo here.  Notice Little Wilhelm's bared teeth, in a primal display of intimidation, like an alpha wolf putting down his challengers.

Look even closer, there on the right side of his uniform.  Why...isn't that a goat's head, symbol of Baphomet, and two lightning bolts, most famously used by the Nazi SS, and symbol of Zeus/Jupiter-King of the Gods?  So this guy actually thinks he's one of the Masters of the Universe.

Ah, to be an inbred hick with delusions of grandeur.

It's all rather sickening.  And what adds insult to injury is that the lap-dog media worldwide has fallen all over themselves to tell us how we are all breathlessly awaiting this 'sacred' event.  Every network, every paper, every fawning internet outlet couldn't tell us enough how we are all just begging to see this Orgy of Feudalism. In fact, to hear the media tell it, this is the event of the century, just as Wilhelm's daddy's joining with his own breed-stock was the event of the last century.

Oh really?

So landing on the Moon, two bloody global wars, the first Depression, and all the other major events of the 20th century couldn't hold a candle to Charlie taking possession of his cow.

For anyone who knows about animal husbandry, especially dog breeding, the events taking place here are very familiar.  One selects a good sire with strong lines and good stock, and mates him with a good dam.  The pups will be sold as 'leaders' and 'masters' and 'royals,' but they're just dogs, after all the marketing clears.  I suppose the terms sire and dam are a bit more elegant than cur and bitch, though.

It's really amazing how hard the media are pushing the idea that the whole world stopped to worship at the foot of royal spectacle.  I imagine a lot of people watched, in the same way rubber-neckers slow down to see a car wreck.  And I'm quite sure that a lot of loyalists who love groveling and sniveling at the heel of inbred lunatics watched their beloved Masters perform fertility rituals.  Heck, even the Jakarta Post, which caters to Australians, has been chock full of fawning and drooling, as if any white person gives a rat's patoot about royals.

I wasn't going to acknowledge this whole spectacle of oligarchical power, but the rubbish is just everywhere, and it begs for comment since it is foisted on one's eyes in every possible outlet.  So, there it is.  With any luck, we won't have to listen to too much more about the royal dog breeding festival.  It's nothing more than a massive waste of resources surrounding what is literally just a straw full of bull semen and a prize cow.

Now can we get back to more substantial matters?