Monarchy bonkers…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s random dictionary words are: dedimus, decussate, decuple, decretal, defenestration, and moxibustion.
Please have these words looked up and placed in suitable sentences ready for Professor Mouldie first thing after breakfast tomorrow morning. Should the professor turn up wearing a lion tamer’s outfit and carrying a whip, you should not remark on or draw attention to this.
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‘Dave…’
‘Hm?..’
‘Do you like the Queen?’
‘By “the Queen” do you mean, Elizabeth the Second, by Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith?’…’
‘Er… I suppose so…’
‘Well, I don’t know her, so I neither like her, nor do I dislike her…’
‘Are you being deliberately obtuse?’
‘Yes…’
‘Thought so…’
‘I suppose, seeing a person in her position, I feel sorry for her, and possibly a bit disappointed in her.’
‘Oh, why is that?’
‘Which?’
‘Which what?’
‘My feeling sorry for her, or my feeling disappointed in her?’
‘Well both, but can we have them one at a time please?’
‘I feel sorry for her because she was indoctrinated from birth to believe that she was some sort of ‘special’ person, outside the norms of humanity, to have ‘special’ privileges, and to live her whole life for one ‘special’ purpose, as the supposed ‘head’ of a whole country… when she is really just another normal human… Alright?’
‘Yes, I suppose…’
‘And I feel disappointed that she wasn’t bright enough, or strong enough, to wake up and get out of the whole stupid thing early on.’
‘But that would have been very difficult for her, and it would have also upset so many people Dave.’
‘Good!… Serves them right for going along with all this for so long. Imagine that you indoctrinated your child with all the stuff she was subjected to, and your kid believed it all. Having its world view, its personal freedom, and its future life choices being carefully manipulated and pre-planned…’
‘Gosh…’
‘Me, I’d call that child abuse…’
‘Well Dave, I suppose…’
‘Prince Charles…’
‘Oh? What about him?’
‘Well, he was young in the 1960s, a time when fusty old ideas were being questioned, and thrown out, and replaced with more sensible ones; feminism, green issues, civil rights – and that it’s not a good idea to chuck gay people in jail, you know, that sort of thing…’
‘Yes?’
‘Well, I was around then, and I was hoping that Charlie would embrace the spirit of the age and escape from all that Royal crap…’
‘And?…’
‘No chance, he had been indoctrinated too well; he had short neat hair, was off grouse shooting, wearing old man’s tweeds, when everybody else his age had long hair and was wearing tie-dye t-shirts and sandals…’
‘Really?’
‘Well, not everybody… But look at Prince Charles now – poor old bugger, he’s obviously bonkers… What a life eh?…’
‘So Dave, if it was offered, you wouldn’t accept a knighthood for your services to art and music?’
‘Hm… Sir Dave of Dulltown… No, I don’t think so… Do you think there might be a chance?’
‘Not if they read this…’

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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