The Heck With The Queen Of England
Tomorrow, a woman by the name of Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor-Mountbatten will be visiting the free and independent United States of America.
She calls herself Queen Elizabeth II.
As you may be aware, we fought a war about 229 years ago to liberate ourselves from her tyrannical predecessors.
Nonetheless, I am amazed at the fact that American citizens are so eager to abject themselves to a woman who is famous for nothing other than the fact than the fact that she is distantly gentically linked to a bunch of guys who beheaded people to establish their rule over the British Isles.
Jacqueline Bowens knows how to decipher the intricacies of life or death trauma, but the directives from Buckingham Palace have her flummoxed.
” ‘Day Dress’ for the women,” frets the Children’s National Medical Center vice president. “We’re thinking that’s Business Attire.”
“Or are we supposed to wear dresses?” worries Terry Orzechowski, the Washington hospital’s director of volunteer services. ” Can woman wear pants to meet the queen?”
“Have you ever seen a woman wearing pants and meeting the queen?” Bowens asks. Orzechowski doesn’t answer.
Today, on her private charter British Airways Boeing 777, Queen Elizabeth II arrives in Richmond, accompanied by her husband, Prince Philip. On Sunday, they will head to Washington with their entourage of 35 — a group that will not include a private chef but does include dressers and hairdressers.
Mastering the royals’ esoterica is sending American staffs from Richmond to Washington to NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt into a fear-tinged tizzy. E-mails are pinging back and forth between the queen’s page and the director of the Virginia Governor’s Mansion. In the last week alone, 300,000 people have clicked on a special Virginia Web site, seeking info about the arrival of Her Majesty. At NASA, when Goddard officials offered a chance for 200 employees to simply sit in an auditorium with the queen, 900 responses immediately flooded back.
Okay, let’s get this straight people.
We won the Revolutionary War.
We owe no allegiance to the British Throne.
When it comes to the British Royal Family (to the extent you can call the Buckingham Place rendition of “Married With Children” a family) we owe them nothing.
No respect.
Nothing.
Is it nice that she’s visiting my home state ? Maybe.
But, frankly, I don’t think we need to fawn over this woman. Don’t genuflect. Don’t bow. She is not your superior. She’s just a nice (maybe) lady who lives in another country.
Originally posted at Below The Beltway
