Heavens the world is full of monarchists! My poor neighbour who types my comments into the blog received a heap of nasty little letters about my view of Queen Betty Battenburg and her consort, Philip the Racist.
One woman, obviously a devoted slavey of the parasites, even wrote “..in another time you would be executed for treason..”.
This could have been the case in the olden days, if I, or any of my forbears, had actually been subjects of the English Crown. We weren’t, we had to come to Australia to find out we were subjects of the English Crown. And let me tell you that Australia was absolutely the last place on earth that my ancestors wanted to go to. We had no choice in the matter. Nor were we given a choice about English armies invading our country and stealing our land in the first place.
Now I don’t want to rabbit on about centuries of exploitation, I merely object to paying money to continue to support the Queen and her dysfunctional family. When I find it hard to scrape a few cents together to buy my arthritis pills, I get very cross to read that I am paying my taxpayers’ portion of the 3 million English pounds to have her come here to swagger about amongst the peasantry.
Seriously, if I took a little holiday to England for nine days, it wouldn’t cost me as much money as that. And I can’t see the Queen dipping into her ermine-lined bejewelled purse to cover some of my expenses, can you?
Fair crack of the whip, mate. Crikey,pass me a small glass of sherry.