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When the United Kingdom has its very first collective national mental breakdown in 1997 after the tragic and untimely death of Diana, Princess of Wales; people essentially decamped to either Team Charles or Team Diana. Personally speaking, I was firmly on Team Neutral. I didn’t like him, his constant infidelity or his Bertie Wooster persona. I didn’t like her, also. Unlike millions, I refused to be suckered in by this ‘doe-eyed, innocent little girl’ routine. She, too, had been around the track more times than a lost jogger by the time she perished in Paris. What I will say is that it was an awful, awful curse for two young lads to lose their mother at such an early age, and it was them I felt most sorry for as they were compelled to walk behind her flag-draped coffin through the streets of Westminster as millions looked on. If anyone else had put their young children through such a horrific ordeal, social services would have been in touch by mid-September.
I am still, for all intents and purposes, a staunch Monarchist. That is, I believe in the institution as established in this country by centuries of constitutional convention, statute and, yes, even by the 11-year hiatus of the Cromwellian Revolution. But the quality or health of an institution can only be as good as the character of the person who embodies it, and in the case of the current occupant I find it to be spectacularly below par. Despite my past dislike of Prince Charles, I was hoping that he could step up to the proverbial plate in the same duty-bound, apolitical way his wonderful mother had always done. I consider myself fortunate to have grown up in the era of Queen Elizabeth II, the longest-serving Monarch in our history. There was a small part of me that hoped the new King would emulate her professionalism and role as guardian of the nation. No chance! Rather than acting as the Head and Defender of the Reformed Faith, this King has spent so much time bootlicking the Prophet Muhammad, I’m surprised he isn’t constantly clearing his throat of Saudi desert sand!!
Our Monarchy isn’t just there for the photographic amusement of curious foreign tourists. It is an indispensable part of this country’s identity, culture and history. It is not supposed to be another branch of Britain’s burgeoning Diversity, Equality and Inclusion industry to be held up and praised by the latest pillock to assume the role of Guardian journo. If the Monarch of the day cannot, in the round, be faithful to the Christian bedrock of Britain, he should go and leave the throne free for someone who will.
Let’s face it, King Charles III is hardly what you’d call camera shy. He was out of the traps faster than Mick the Miller when it came to wishing the UK’s four million (or it is four billion? I can never quite tell these days) Muslims “a blessed Ramadan”. By contrast, this country’s Christian majority got nada over the most important period in our calendar – Easter week. For all those telling us the late Queen only ever gave one Easter message during her entire reign, I’d respond by saying two things:
1). Traditions can be changed these days at the drop of a hat, as the King’s nauseating Islamo-worship amply demonstrates.
2). Perhaps Queen Elizabeth II didn’t need to give such as message because, for the vast majority of her 70 years in the role, Britain was sure of its identity, religious ethos and place in the world. It’s primarily since the Millennium that we’ve been culturally and demographically adulterated to a criminally insane level, resulting in the balkanisation of vast swathes of our towns and cities.
Charles has spent decades now brown-nosing Islam. From praising its “wisdom” and “essence” to its alleged “contribution to civilisation”. He’s managed to avoid all those little Islamic irritations the rest of us have to live with – like them getting hysterically enraged every time someone shows a picture of Prophet Moe; reading about innocent teenage children being groomed and raped on an industrial scale; or treating women and ‘unbelievers’ akin to something you’d scrape off the bottom of your shoe. That’s all before we move on to the other uncomfortable truths like historical conquest and subjugation. Charles has even said that “traditional Islam offers a perspective on stewardship that could help the modern West correct its exploitative tendencies.” How’s that for a meaningless word salad? Would that be the same traditional Islam that still prescribes death for apostasy, Your Maj? (https://islamqa.info/en/answers/14231/punishment-for-apostasy-in-islam). Oh, but wait! They’re not to be killed immediately. They’re given a chance to revert to the fold. Only if they persist on such a heathenistic trajectory are they to be put to death. Phew, that’s all right then!
I am now 53 years old and I feel ever more like Rip Van Winkle with each passing year. It’s as if I imbibed some strong liquor about two decades ago, fell into a deep sleep, and then woke up in a Britain that is nothing like the one I once knew. Every institution of the state – up to and including the Monarchy – now seems to have been captured and conquered by individuals who, at best, have a dim view of the traditional Britain millions of us remember with fondness and, at worst, are actively campaigning to make it change irrevocably for the poorer. When it comes to these people, I have neither the time nor the inclination to offer degrees of respect, latitude or consideration based on their status. As far as I’m concerned, they are all the enemies of everyone who loves this country. Worse, they are traitors to our generations of forefathers who helped to make this country the cultural, economic, military and scientific powerhouse it was once globally renowned for. This King has little interest in defending anything, let alone the faith of the church he’s the Supreme Governor of. Thus, I suggest he and Camilla abdicate and retire to a little tropical island in the middle of the Indonesian archipelago. He can then be surrounded by a higher concentration of Muslims than anywhere else on Earth. In the name of God, go!
