When I was growing up in rural Canada, each morning I had to sing “God Save The Queen”. I didn’t know who she was or what it was all about. All I know is that now 50 some years on - I can’t get that song out of my head! Permanent earworm.
So I curse her for that.
But I curse her for much more. And not just her but all forms of “royal” entitlement. All the harm, millions that died for the sake of her name and that of “blue” blood. Royalists of any sort can rot in hell. They are just plain wrong - kings, viceroys, counts, barons, and dauphins should all get their comeuppance.
I know we’ll never rid mankind of its penchant for “entitlement” - taking credit for something without doing the work to make it happen. But a start would be to disavow all and any type of royal blue-blood, inbred, bastardry.
"The last king should be strangled with the entrails of the last priest." Jean Meslier, 1664-1729, French Catholic Priest & Closet Atheist, Vicar of Bue in Champagne, France, “My Testament, Thoughts and Feelings of the Author About the Religions of the World.”
There should be a Peasants’ Revolt.
So, on the occasion of this Royal Jubilee, here is my own rendition of the Queen’s song. My attempt to deal with the earworm, society inflicted upon me, an innocent 7-year-old kid in muddy jeans, standing before the chalkboard each day, muttering allegiance.
God Damn The Queen
God damn our gross Queen!
Quick death to our ignoble Queen!
God damn the Queen!
She’s so vaccuous,
Forgotten and vainglorious,
Never to feign over us,
God damn the Queen.Thy shittiest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour,
So long to her reign.
May she fall to our right laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God damn the Queen
(and all her associated royal idiocy).