2nd June - The Queen is a Tory



If you like the Queen, and the monarchy in general, that's fine. You're allowed to, and I respect that. Though, if you do, I'm going to guess you're either A) Over the age of 50, or B) A Tory. Maybe even C) Both. Personally, I really do not - and have never - give a toot about celebrating the work of a family who choose to protect a (I'm legally informed to add) 'potential' paedophile. In fact, if you're a Daily Mail reader, or you're looking forward to seeing your hard earned tax-paying money spunked on a few aeroplanes with blue and red smoke coming out of their arse this weekend, then this is the point where you should probably stop reading.

The Prince Andrew debacle seems like a fun place to start, actually. In March of this year, the 'non-sweating' fiddler on the roof paid £12 million in an out of Court settlement to his accuser, Virginia Giuffre, which seems like an awful lot of money to shut someone up if you're not guilty. Tax-payer's money, again, by the way. That was YOUR money, spent on the 'potential' covering up of a nonce, who was best friends with known-child traffickers, Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell. So I hope you enjoyed getting up at 7am everyday and working your shifts in those cold Winter months to pay for that. 




During the whole frenzy, the Queen - predictably - protected her boy, just as she did with her other morally corrupt Son, proven adulterer (confessed in 1994) and sleaze-bag, Charles. Now I'm not sure about you, but personally, Son or not, if my either of my boys had been touching minors, that's me cutting them off for the rest of my life. Certain crimes are unacceptable, and paedophilia is certainly among the highest on that list. Let's move onto Charles, shall we? "My husband is planning 'an accident' in my car, brake failure of serious head injury in order to make the path clear for him to marry Tiggy." 

That was the note which Diana wrote shortly before her death in 1997, confiding in her diary, and friends, over the abuse she was experiencing from the Windsors, with the Queen herself reportedly believing that Diana was bringing 'shame' upon the family's name/reputation, and more importantly, her Son, even vocally disapproving Diana's charity work with African children, adding: "Why don't you get involved with something more pleasant?" regarding her missions to regularly assist HIV/AIDS sufferers. What happened shortly after? Diana was indeed killed in a car 'accident', so maybe we should all just believe that sweet old Grandma lady had nothing to do with it.




Last year alone, the Monarchy cost the British public £345m. Hundreds of millions of pounds just to essentially keep them functioning in their daily lives. The boat trips, the horse-riding, the polo games and luxurious banquets. It's 345 MILLION pounds of 'dole money' for them, paid by us, so that they can wheel her out in times of global distress, such as a Pandemic, for her to make a 4 minute speech on TV stating we should all "Show Great British resolve, and stay strong". £345m which could go towards helping U.K families with the cost of living, with improving the crumbling NHS, or with tackling drug addictions, homelessness, and all those in desperate need of a better quality of life. 

By the time Prince Harry openly remarked on how members of the Royal Family had pushed himself and Meghan Markle away by making racist remarks over their concern of the colour of his baby's skin, few were surprised by the allegations made against a collective whose history is marred by controversy and corruption. The Queen, much like this Conservative government, is so out of touch from modern life and the daily struggles of 'real' working class families, that her family's elitism is not only selfish, but bordering on self-indulgent, obnoxious, and offensive, in the eyes of many. In my line of work, 'Bank Holidays' are non-existent, but if they weren't, you still wouldn't find me jigging along at a 'Jubilee Street Party'. Nothing I've said above is opinion, I'm only stating facts. With that in mind... 





... Maybe it's time to question whether you should be munching slices of Victoria sponge under a Union Jack bunting this Weekend.

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