Every now and then I realize I am a curmudgeon. (Well, truth be told, “every now and then” means “all the time,” but it sounds better to make it sound sporadic.) OK, I am a cheerful curmudgeon, but I am a curmudgeon nonetheless. And it is times like these that bring out my Inner Curmudgeon.
What is with this fascination with the marriage of some heir to the throne of England? Now I can understand why the British are fascinated; it is their king after all, and if they want to spend their lives fascinated with the antics of royalty, that’s their problem. Or, more accurately, one of their many problems.
But, over here? Does the date July 4, 1776 mean anything to anyone these days? Didn’t we ditch that Royal line? Didn’t we once realize that that royal line was a Rapacious, Blood-Sucking, Thieving bunch of Tyrants? Didn’t people die so that we would never again have to bow a knee to that very Royal Line? So, why do Americans get so happy when some descendant of George III—insane George III—gets married? Shouldn’t we collectively look down upon those silly English who still admire those monarchs?
Don’t we owe at least a little bit of fealty to our Founding Fathers? Don’t we owe a little bit of allegiance to those men who pledged their Lives, their Fortunes and their Sacred Honor so that we wouldn’t have to care who was on the Throne in England? Surely we owe something to those men who risked death in declaring:
“But when a long Train of Abuses and Usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object, evinces a Design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their Right, it is their Duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. Such has been the patient Sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the Necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The History of the present King of Great-Britain is a History of repeated Injuries and Usurpations, all having in direct Object the Establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States.”
And so I proudly announce my disdain for the spectacle of watching the descendant of tyrants get married in an overblown spectacle. Shame of the Kings of England. “Caesar had his Brutus, Charles the First had his Cromwell, and George III may profit from their example. If this be Treason, make the Most of it.”