Rise Like Lions After Slumber!

Would it surprise you to realise, Dear Readers, that as well as being the Disaffected & Cynical Pop-Slop Failure I am, I am also an Unrepentant & Hopelessly Idealistic
'dyed-in-the wool'  Romantic?.....but verily, it is so!

Take for instance my resolutely, if not downright ridiculously, held opinion, informed by my extensive enquiries into the political tenets of both Communism & Anarchism, that Humankind is capable of so much more than 'Supermarket Sweep' and 'Deal or No Deal'!!.....or to put it another way, Boris Johnson & Michael Gove!!But, to quote Shelley  (Pete that is, from Manchester's finest, the Buzzcocks! ), What Do I Get for my faith in my fellow humankind beings to raise the bar of civilised living?...............the answer ; a nauseating media scrum over the birth of a baby!! Well Yippee n Howdy-Doody! And I'm supposed to give a shit, why??!!

Tell me, just how much of a tragic waste of useless, oxygen burning, precious resource squandering fukn space have you gotta be to be one of those Lamentable & Unforgivable Dullards or Inadequates thronging by the gates of Buck House waiting to catch sight of a piece of A4 paper displayed in a fukn wooden box??!!

"Rise Like Lions after Slumber in Unvanquishable Number."  This from the pen of my fellow Romantic and one gone before who also tread the Rutted Furrow & Rocky Way of  T h e  S t o n e d H o l y R o l l e r - Brother Percy Bysshe Shelley ;  And it is with these sweet words of poesy reverberating in the custard like ooze that fills the space beneath the Stoned Holy Chapeau that I beseech the seemingly Uninterested & Uncommunicative Metaphysical Superbeing who resides in Heavens High and watches over the pathetic and vainglorious trifles of the puny human ants created by His (or indeed Her!) own omnipotent and masterful hand, to......

 Geeza Fukn Brek Fae the Fukn Windsor Family!!!

And yet, Dearly Gathered, behind all the Sanctimonious Fawning, Obsequious Brown-Nosing and Flagrant Propagandizing lies but a little mite - no different from the thousands upon thousands who hove into view round about the same time as he did - Barely a day old and needing nothing more than Mother's arms to hold him and Mother's breast to feed him - No different from all those other mewling bundles of joy squealing for milk....and for now blissfully unaware of the full weight of the Ridiculous & Outmoded History of Ignominy & Avarice or the Life-Sucking & Stultifying Burden of Duty & Incumbency soon to be placed firmly on his little Babby shoulders! Ah, Bless!!

But yes, absurdly...insanely....ludicrously,  someday yet to wheel about, this Little, Squidgy, Pink Parcel will be by the Grace of God, King of this Realm and of His other Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth & Defender of the Faith! Blimey, what a mouthful! He will also, amongst a whole heap of shiny tin stars n golden braid, be everything from the Duke of Normandy to the Lord of Mann...& no need to bust a gut as an Infantry grunt or lowly grog-swilling AB since he's already pencilled in to be  Commander-in Chief of the British Armed Forces and Lord High Admiral of the Royal Navy......Blah Blah Blah, the list goes on...and what an appalling, Medieaval load of Bollocks it is!!

Who could possibly envy the little pudding?...Saddled with so much Antiquated & Meaningless Shit!! Perchance we SHOULD all do the Little Whinger a favour and discard the Infantilising & Demeaning System that places him on Pedestal High, secure in the knowledge that this was ordained by God!!?? Yes, maybe by the time he's of age he too can be part of a Democratic & Inclusive Republic where people are not Subjects but CITIZENS!!!!

LIBERTY!

EGALITY!

FRATERNITY!

......and, oh aye VIVE LE REVOLUTION Brothers n Sisters!!!

n here a wee link tae read more about Republicanism / http://www.republic.org.uk