Queen Elizabeth II | 1926-2022 | Rest in Peace

How beautiful did the Scottish Highlands look when they were driving through. I immediately went on rightmove and started looking for property up there, unfortunately I haven't got a million spare at the minute.
 
As I recall some topics were briefly mentioned in my days. But never any detail.

The crusades were something I recall doing as a kid. But again I think that was more to do with studying Kings and Queens rather than the crusades per se. More of a hero worship of Richard the Lionheart if you will
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Still don’t understand how they serve the people. Such puff piece nonsense
 
Still don’t understand how they serve the people. Such puff piece nonsense
Imagine that you live in the countryside - some sort of run down farming village. You spend long hours wanking off cows for milk and throwing chickens around to make pre-made scrambled eggs, only coming home because the sun has come down and your de-jure leige refuses to do anything about the wolves in the forest.

But one morning you wake up and see a giant golden statue perched right in the town square, crushing the only clean well and stopping carriages from getting past. The worst thing about the statue is that it's not even a good statue like one of Holly Peers showing off her norks, it's a giant duck or swan or equally pointless fecking bird.

"Who the feck put that there and why the feck is it there?!" You bellow out in between bites of shoe leather dipped in runny cat shit.

The Count looks down at you from his horse as his men finish painting pink and lime green willies on the statue's base plate. "Spent the wolf fund on it, innit. It'll bring tourists to the town."

You question why your tax money has been spent on something so pointless. Surely if the golden duck statue with pink and like green willies was any use then it would be able to support itself without costing you so much and becoming a hindrance to your daily life by cancelling the weekend football.

In fact, the whole argument about it bringing tourism is a lazy one. How much tourism? It's not quantifiable in any way whatsoever and if the whole point of investing money in a monument in the village is to attract tourists then why this fecking thing? Why not a yearly festival to celebrate the local entertainment, or give a sovereign grant to Cina's mum so she can buy more butter to stop her crevice drying up before the afternoon dockyard rush?

The Count isn't listening to you. He's already been dragged away by a hungry wolf. Everyone in the village has. All that's left is just you, your cows and a giant fecking golden duck that is slowly sinking into the mud.
 
I find it odd how monarchs can be worshipped.
People worship things. It's what they do, since the beginning of time.

It'll eventually fizzle out, and I think we're at the very start of that.
 
Imagine that you live in the countryside - some sort of run down farming village. You spend long hours wanking off cows for milk and throwing chickens around to make pre-made scrambled eggs, only coming home because the sun has come down and your de-jure leige refuses to do anything about the wolves in the forest.

But one morning you wake up and see a giant golden statue perched right in the town square, crushing the only clean well and stopping carriages from getting past. The worst thing about the statue is that it's not even a good statue like one of Holly Peers showing off her norks, it's a giant duck or swan or equally pointless fecking bird.

"Who the feck put that there and why the feck is it there?!" You bellow out in between bites of shoe leather dipped in runny cat shit.

The Count looks down at you from his horse as his men finish painting pink and lime green willies on the statue's base plate. "Spent the wolf fund on it, innit. It'll bring tourists to the town."

You question why your tax money has been spent on something so pointless. Surely if the golden duck statue with pink and like green willies was any use then it would be able to support itself without costing you so much and becoming a hindrance to your daily life by cancelling the weekend football.

In fact, the whole argument about it bringing tourism is a lazy one. How much tourism? It's not quantifiable in any way whatsoever and if the whole point of investing money in a monument in the village is to attract tourists then why this fecking thing? Why not a yearly festival to celebrate the local entertainment, or give a sovereign grant to Cina's mum so she can buy more butter to stop her crevice drying up before the afternoon dockyard rush?

The Count isn't listening to you. He's already been dragged away by a hungry wolf. Everyone in the village has. All that's left is just you, your cows and a giant fecking golden duck that is slowly sinking into the mud.

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The pretend outrage is odd. What did people think would happen? Did people genuinely think it'd be a brief break in ordinary programming and then back to MasterChef?

It's about being seen to be the most outraged that's more boring than the coverage

This is truly the weakest of all possible arguments. Well done, you've done Her Majesty proud.
 
Still don’t understand how they serve the people. Such puff piece nonsense

They dont, it is just good PR. The belief used to be that royality had the divine power to rule over people. Royalty and also the common people believed that God had chosen them to rule. After the world war 2 period when a lot of monarchies fell, the current monarchies changed the PR strategy into ''they serve the people'' to keep their very priviledged position. They give the people a big show with the large weddings and some days off to celebrate which will help to keep the people happy.

Ofcourse they still want to receive taxpayer money and enjoying taxpayer money or items/real estate from earlier times. That is why scandals are so bad for royalty, it could undo all the carefully build up image.
 
I've removed it. Found it hilarious though and couldn't wait to post it. So many threads and posts on this it's really hard to keep track of everything.
 
Imagine that you live in the countryside - some sort of run down farming village. You spend long hours wanking off cows for milk and throwing chickens around to make pre-made scrambled eggs, only coming home because the sun has come down and your de-jure leige refuses to do anything about the wolves in the forest.

But one morning you wake up and see a giant golden statue perched right in the town square, crushing the only clean well and stopping carriages from getting past. The worst thing about the statue is that it's not even a good statue like one of Holly Peers showing off her norks, it's a giant duck or swan or equally pointless fecking bird.

"Who the feck put that there and why the feck is it there?!" You bellow out in between bites of shoe leather dipped in runny cat shit.

The Count looks down at you from his horse as his men finish painting pink and lime green willies on the statue's base plate. "Spent the wolf fund on it, innit. It'll bring tourists to the town."

You question why your tax money has been spent on something so pointless. Surely if the golden duck statue with pink and like green willies was any use then it would be able to support itself without costing you so much and becoming a hindrance to your daily life by cancelling the weekend football.

In fact, the whole argument about it bringing tourism is a lazy one. How much tourism? It's not quantifiable in any way whatsoever and if the whole point of investing money in a monument in the village is to attract tourists then why this fecking thing? Why not a yearly festival to celebrate the local entertainment, or give a sovereign grant to Cina's mum so she can buy more butter to stop her crevice drying up before the afternoon dockyard rush?

The Count isn't listening to you. He's already been dragged away by a hungry wolf. Everyone in the village has. All that's left is just you, your cows and a giant fecking golden duck that is slowly sinking into the mud.
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