from the quill of Antisthenes the Younger
Our republicans could have a problem.
The Prince Charles, the heir to the British throne, known to his friends as His Royal Highness The Prince Charles Philip Arthur George, Prince of Wales and Earl of Chester, Duke of Cornwall, Duke of Rothesay, Earl of Carrick, Baron of Renfrew, Lord of the Isles, Prince and Great Steward of Scotland, Royal Knight Companion of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Extra Knight of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, Knight Grand Cross of the Most Honourable Order of the Bath, Member of the Order of Merit, Knight of the Order of Australia, Companion of the Queen’s Service Order, Royal Chief Grand Companion of the Order of Logohu, Member of Her Majesty’s Most Honourable Privy Council, Aide-de-Camp to Her Majesty, is doing more for the cause of a republic in Australia than Malcolm Turnbull, Keating et al ever managed. Within a short time he managed to confirm the tentative diagnosis of incipient dementia by crassly, as is his want, attacking the reason.
On the occasion of presenting Gamal Albinsaid (if you have not heard of him, think Indonesia + rubbish) with the Prince of Wales Young Sustainability Entrepreneur Prize, the Prince, also known as the Chicken Little, said, “It is baffling, I must say, that in our modern world we have such blind trust in science and technology that we all accept what science tells us about everything – until, that is, it comes to climate science. …
All of a sudden, and with a barrage of sheer intimidation, we are told by powerful groups of deniers that the scientists are wrong and we must abandon all our faith in so much overwhelming scientific evidence. So, thank goodness for our young entrepreneurs here this evening, who have the far-sightedness and confidence in what they know is happening to ignore the headless chicken brigade and do something practical to help.”
In common usage, a headless chicken is someone aimlessly running around panicking, in total ignorance of what is going on – rather fitting description of an AG warmist. And ‘blind trust’, ‘all our faith’? Psychiatrists will have a field day with this fellow soon.
His Royal Highness’ statements were duly approved by The Guardian, The Independent, The Age… so there. Our ‘opinion makers’ obediently follow.
Perhaps in order to better attack that headless brigade, the future King of Australia, girded himself almost as if for that final battle. By dressing in a habib, sorry, in the male version thereof (see right) he showed once for all that you can take a pommy boy to the Australian bush, but can’t take the hereditary insipidity out of him.
Of course, Kamila could not stay behind the future king, in a sartorial sense at least. Her picture is included only in order to avoid any accusation of misogyny (somehow I fear we are overdue for the revival of that campaign).
So our republic-mongers have to consider a possibility of being ruled over by a true green monarch, a man of their own heart and brain, or they could have a republic and run the risk that those ignoramuses (the people) would elect Andrew Bolt or worse as a President. What a dilema!