By Ian Hamilton QC
Because I don’t belong to the civilisation I live in, I had thought to write no more. Perhaps that’s a reason to continue.
The current confection of Royalty makes me sick. It should personify the society we live in. It doesn’t personify mine. It may personify England but I don’t think so. England is my favourite foreign country and I see nothing of England reflected in the royal lifestyles.
They posture greed and consumption. They glorify the emptiness of celebrity. They exhibit wealth without responsibility. Draw up their job description and there is nothing there we need.
Headlines say that the welfare state must end as we can’t afford it. Many people are waiting hopelessly for a house. None counts the cost of royalty. How many palaces/houses are owned by the House of Windsor? ‘In my Father’s House there are many mansions,’ says scripture. In real estate the House of God is in poverty compared to the House of Windsor. From the Castle of Mey to Cornwall they flaunt their unearned wealth.
How many Royals are there? I counted thirty-two in a recent family group and that won’t be all. When taking a walk each is surrounded by a posse of police. To them the life of a drunken prince is more valuable than that of my neighbour’s child?
Alex Salmond likes the Queen. So be it. My quarrel is with royals, not with royalists. The queen is the silent cipher of a wasted life. She is praised for never saying a wrong word. To have spent a lifetime in public and never to have said anything notable is indeed a great achievement.
Maybe a surfeit of column inches has made me ill.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN FROM HER LOYAL PRESS BARONS!