Nothing would induce me to watch it but I did read about it, an astonishing nationwide display of emotion directed at a royal enigma. (Who is she, really? A loving, caring wife and mother not just to her own children but to a nation? A hard-working servant to that nation? A publicity-hondling celebrity driven more by self-preservation than noblesse oblige? Difficult to determine the reality even with hagiographic movies and violently anti-monarchist writings to hand.)
"Millions celebrate The Jubilee"
The thieves are at least following a tradition and why would anyone expect more from the Upper Classes? But the political bandits are exploring and cultivating new territory – the creation of a self-interested, self-perpetuating, self-congratulatory Westminster World (as commercially sordid as Disney World but without the fun) that is determinedly separated from the people in the real working and living and struggling world; the people whose interests these bandits once at least pretended to represent and further.
No government will act in any meaningful way to rein in The City or Parliament's more avaricious members because they're either (effectively) contracted to each other or basically the same people: there’s a revolving door between the finance industry, the corporate world and government itself…
No wonder politicians are loathed, despised and excoriated, left, right or center.
She is a Constitutional Monarch but she’s also a human being and must be aware of the gradual destruction of her nation and its people. She must be aware of the criminality rampant in The City and the venality and the sheer stupidity of elected officials. She must know that her own survival is tied not to the continuing success of the wealthy and powerful few but to the general well-being of the many.
“But I’m not allowed to do that!” she might object, “I’m a Constitutional Monarch, bound by precedent, practice and parliamentary tradition.” To which I’d answer "A) So what? B) They’re your people! Stand up for them! C) Throughout history, monarchs, constitutional or otherwise, have butted heads with their governments – sometimes disastrously and sometimes successfully. What makes this moment so different is that for reasons entirely beyond me, you’re three times as popular as any parliamentarian. You have political capital to spend! And D) If you don’t do something, your family business is going to go under."
For this brief shining moment, I really did think Queen Elizabeth might be the figure who could save democracy, fairness and enlightenment in Britain. But then two things happened.
No matter how brilliant a writer Pippa is, no matter how important Party Planning is to the future of the world, this book would have to sell – what? – four million copies to come anywhere near profit. No, the offer had nothing to do with ‘The Market’ or ‘Austerity’ touted by The Establishment, that obscene alliance of Westminster and The City, as the way forward to a shining and perfect future. Pippa was offered this mind-boggling advance because it will move the people who made the offer closer to the vacuum in which the royals co-exist with trashy celebrities and worthless wealth, a vacuum as isolated from the realities of every day Britishers as the parliament over which this ancient Norman Hartnell model presides.
And such rocks will smooth Pippa's passage through the ranks of the braying hoorays who snigger behind her mother's back "Doors to manual and crosscheck!" - a snide reference to her once working as Cabin Crew. As if any one of those hoorays could lift themselves from Cabin Crew to multi-millionaress...
Were the Windsors capable of humility or learning, they’d be better for that bicycling...