J. K. Rowling, who earned praise for getting herself cancelled this year by refusing to back down from her normal views on genitalia and gender.
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We can be heroes just for one day. — David Bowie
Hans, are we the baddies? — Mitchell and Webb sketch featuring Nazi soldiers
As European and Commonwealth countries act like faithful servants to the autocratic global coup currently taking place, my own home country of England has fallen into step like a good foot-soldier. The government, nominally Conservative but actually a sort of Green Socialist elite oligarchy, has gone full Bezmenov, contradicting itself on a daily basis about COVID and preventing its people from seeing dying loved ones while it parties maskless indoors. (more…)
Meghan Markle and Wallis Simpson
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Meghan Markle is not the first conniving, social climbing, American divorcee to imperil the British Monarchy. Before her, there was Wallis Simpson, the Duchess of Windsor. And, as problematic as she was, Wallis had a hell of a lot more going for her. Born Bessie Wallis Warfield in Baltimore in 1896, Wallis was not pretty (one biographer has even speculated that she was a hermaphrodite). (more…)
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I thought things could not get worse for the Royal Family after the future King Charles the 3rd was caught out claiming he wanted to be his aging mistress’s female sanitary product while his own wife was cuckolding him with a string of Muslim and Arabic men in hotel rooms all over London and Western Europe. That scandal mercifully ended on the night of 31st August, 1997, in the Pont de l’Alma tunnel in Paris.
But of course, I was wrong. (more…)
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Nothing humiliates the British royal family more than an American divorcee.
King Edward VIII gave up his throne to marry the twice-divorced Wallis Simpson in 1936. Now Edward’s great-great nephew, Prince Harry, is resigning from the royal family to please his wife, Meghan Markle, a previously-divorced mulatto actress. (more…)
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There is something about a royal wedding which tugs at the heartstrings of this old Brit. I’m too young to remember the wedding of the Queen, but the pageantry of Diana’s brought tears to my eyes while, sadly, the wedding of Prince Harry to his divorcee only brings to mind Richard Kelly Hoskins’ Vigilantes of Christendom, an obscure book on the perils of interracial marriage. (more…)
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I’ve written before about my peculiar love for the British Royal Family. But I’m now officially out of love, and even tending toward republicanism. The final straw, of course, is the recent announcement of Prince Harry’s engagement to the mulattress Meghan Markle. Let’s sum up the problems: (1) She’s half black, (2) She’s American, (3) She’s divorced, (4) She’s an actress (which, to the Queen Mother’s generation basically meant the same thing as whore), (more…)
