Wills’s Big Day April 27, 2011Posted by lizp4 in Uncategorized.
Somehow, the moose limbs in London managed to back out on their plans for a demonstration outside the royal wedding on Friday without losing too much face. I’m suspecting that someone was able to explain to them in one- and two-syllable words that it wouldn’t be very safe for them to make themselves too visibly hateful while the good folk of England are busy showing their love for Prince William and his bride.
The English people love royal weddings, and they really love Prince William. And, they have a new fairy tale celebration coming up that promises to be a historical thrill and a delight. People will pick up their Union Jacks and portable radios and hie themselves to Westminster Abbey to stand outside for hours on end to be able to tell their posterity that they “were at The Wedding.”
In spite of the weakened state of their politics and economy, in spite of the welter of problems that plague sovereign nations when they submit to stupidity like the European Union, Englishmen are going to turn out in their hundreds of thousands to “be there” for the big event. America has its movie stars, opening nights, and award shows, but England has real Royalty, and for the most part, they love them.
Unfortunately, Whitehall is once again full of lefties; spiteful, whiny crybaby leftists who hate the royal family and are hoping to pee in the Prince’s cornflakes on his big day. Nothing would make them happier than to cause enough of a stir outside that people would be distracted from the joy, pageantry, and beauty going on inside Westminster. No one would be able to prove it of course, but it wouldn’t surprise me to discover they had let the invitation go out to all the anarchist, unwashed rabble of the world to be there or be square. There’s only one problem that I can see:
The lefties might get more than they bargain for. Being all excited about disrupting a royal celebration is one thing. Getting away with it without bruises, blood, and battering is going to be a touch more difficult. They claim they “want” physical confrontation, but they are a wee bit outnumbered this time, and the crowds are not going to appreciate snot-nosed anarchists and stupid little Che-shirted socialists trying to mix things up, and will probably be more than happy to accomodate the little cockroaches.
As I said above, the people of England, for the most part, LOVE Royal Weddings, and they love Prince William. They may not take too kindly to mannerless nitwits and masked and feckless cowards trying to get between themselves and the Royals on this big day. Englishmen also love a good fight, and if you catch them at just the right moment, they will happily and none too gently knock your block off and hand it to you, for the sheer pleasure of doing it.
I’m praying for beautiful weather so that lots and lots of feisty Englishmen (women and children included, of course) can get to town and get their places, and that at just the right moment, they get to prove to the leftists and troublemakers that they still have at least a bit of the old English enjoyment of a “jolly proper dust-up” left in their bones. The city folk may be a bit timorous, but many of the people in the crowds will be strong-willed country folk, who don’t care quite so much for rules as their citified cousins.
English blood still runs a rich red, and if I know my ancestors and kinsmen, (all but a pitifully deprived few of whom hail from the British Isles), they won’t be avoiding any commingling of fists and feet. Heads busted, lips fattened, and eyes blackened in a good cause are badges of honor. Here’s hoping there will be plenty to go around on Wills’s big day.