And now you’re set to take over the castle. At least now you’ll be obliged to be noble…
I once lived in a country dominated by a hereditary ruling clan – a ruthless lot who had the power to incarcerate enemies for indefinite periods for unspecified crimes. All the while demanding obeisance from everyone around them. And it wasn’t Arkansas under the Clintons…it was the UK.
Before that, and since, I have lived largely free from the scourge of noble rule – save for brief visits to Japan, Singapore, and a Packer casino. While my life has not been spectacular, it has been comfortable.
Set, as I am, in a land of crass egalitarianism, I pay little heed to the Gowings and Cummings of the titled nobodies. The supermarket tabloid that chronicles the way the Duchess looked askance at the Princess means nothing to me. If it is anything, it is a blob of colour in the corner of the eye next to the Kinder Surprise. I’m more interested in the chocolate anyway.
Why do we still have ruling families – both royal and noble? Why, when the whole world pretends to some semblance of democracy? Even if it is a warped joke like the Asian dictatorships, it still trumpets the rule of the people somewhere in its name. There may well be Asian nobles and princes and gauleiters in every corner but they still pretend to be humble.
I should be delighted if someone would be honest and put an end to the pretence. Admit that the rulers are not noble or royal – just rich in hidden bank accounts and powerful with armies of thugs. We can accept that – it is expected in most local councils and shires here anyway, and the CWA is apparently a hotbed of scandal and vice. Well, a lukewarm bed anyway…But they do a nice lamington.