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one of the most annoying things about royal weddings is all the middle class liberals who come out with their tepid takes about how they ‘don’t mind the royals, actually’ as if a liberal having no problem with unearned wealth and privilege is some massive shocker
No gods or kings
This expresses my feelings precisely.
@queerpiratebrainrot ok but then what's up with Preminger saying he'd become king by marrying the queen then. is he just leaving out the consort part, is he not being very smart about this, or does this political system not work in the same way as the ones we're familiar with?
if Anneliese from Barbie Princess and the Pauper is a princess and she marries Julian does that mean he'll eventually become King Julian
With the news of Queen Elizabeth’s hospitalisation, it’s now a distinct reality that we could be looking at a change in monarch. And while everyone loves being performative and wants to look cool and join in on the ‘fun’ of celebrating her death, maybe instead you should be looking at doing something that might actually make a difference.
Queen Elizabeth II was an incredibly popular monarch. She was clever and cunning and played her apolitical political role well, taking care to remain in the good graces of the public. It is NOT a coincidence that while monarchies all around Europe toppled, Britain never once seriously looked at getting rid of their Queen.
This is not true of Charles. He is not as well liked. He does not have the benefit of longevity - most people alive have known the Queen as their monarch their whole lives, and have never seen the monarch change. Kicking a little old lady off the throne after what many people have seen as years of service to her country was a relatively unpopular proposition, but the same is not true of of a man who people aren’t all that fond of, and who doesn’t hold the position.
If you’re on tumblr you’re probably very aware of the questionable past and present of the British throne - and if you’re British or a member of a commonwealth state, now is the time to start talking about it. The monarchy is never going to be overthrown while Queen Elizabeth is still alive, but on her death… well, it’s pretty much fair game.
So instead of just celebrating on your blog, go out and talk about the monarchy. Sow seeds of revolution. Talk about the racism of the royal family. Talk about the racism inherent in the system, and the very personal racism that Megan Markle exposed. Talk about how it isn’t fair that in a unilateral society based on principles of equality, we have not just a monarch but an entire class of people who are born into titles. Talk about how the royal family hoard wealth, how their modern wealth has come from their past subjects, as well as the burden on tax payers. Talk about how unfit they each are for their positions. How you don’t like Charles, or don’t want him as king. Talk about how outsiders are treated - Megan, Diana.
Talk about all the downsides of the monarchy, and do it loudly and publicly, especially with people who are on the fence or who don’t think they care. We will only step away from the monarchy when the general public demand it, and for that to happens, people need to be informed. People need to consider what things would be like without the institution they’ve lived with all their lives- and if the figurehead of that institution is changing, now is the perfect time.
The British monarchy was central to the establishment, expansion, and maintenance of the British empire and the transatlantic slave trade. The declaration of English empire was first made by Henry VIII in 1532. Elizabeth I granted a royal charter (an instrument of incorporation) to Sir John Hawkins, widely considered one of the first English traders to profit from the slave trade. She also granted a charter to the British East India Company in 1600.
After Elizabeth’s death, Charles II formed the Royal African Company in 1660, led by the Duke of York (later James II), which extracted goods such as gold and ivory from the Gold Coast, and transported over 3,000 Africans to Barbados. Many of these people had the initials “DY” burned into their skin to signify their belonging to the Duke of York. Both men invested private funds in the company.
Queen Victoria assumed the title of Empress of India in 1877, and by 1920 the empire was 13.71 million square miles. The British monarch’s global significance and power stemmed directly from the enslavement of people of colour.
Fock the Government.
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As the castle opens its gates for the people to attend the Prince’s Coronation Ball, Lucas stands in front of them, wondering if he has a shot at his own fairytale.
“You guys, check this out!” Lucas heard Jayden announce from a few feet away.
Directing his attention off of the conversation he and Kes were just having, Lucas nodded at Jayden, who was making his way over to the large fountain in the middle of the village square. People bustled about, trying to get the last bit of goods they could get their hands on before the marker would eventually close for the night. The early colours of the sunset began to pain the sky as Lucas felt its warm touch linger onto his face as he fiddled with the golden ring on his finger, the rose quartz stone glistening under the sunset’s colours.
“Whatcha got there?” Kes asked as he noticed the piece of paper Jayden was waving in his hand.
Sliding across the fountain’s rim to sit beside Lucas, who was now in the middle of his two friends, Jayden flicked the piece paper towards them, so they could read it themselves.
“Hither for the Coronation Ball for Prince Jens!” Kes dramatically read out. “To Happen in a Fortnight!”
They all snickered at the poster, an image of the castle imprinted onto it as it stated the times that guests could arrive and possible snag a dance with the Prince Jens himself.
“Where did you get this?” Lucas asked, trying to gasp for air in between his laughs.
“A bunch of them got delivered to the postal shop today and we have to hang them up tomorrow. I snagged one so I could give you guys an exclusive sneak peak.”
Kes snorted. “I can’t believe it’s time for someone else in that stupid Royal Family to take reign. As if anything is going to change and they’re just going to take all of the town’s money to feed their rich asses while we’re forced to starve.”
“Even worse because Prince Jens knows nothing about the town.” Lucas added.
The other two boys looked at him, raising their eyebrows in suspicion. Lucas looked at them, confused at their confusion.
“You guys don’t know? Prince Jens hasn’t even lived here since he turned ten. He left for some prestigious boarding school in another country to learn about how to run a kingdom and was to return in eight years to take reign.” He explained before muttering under his breath. “Sounds stupid if you ask me. How are you going to run a kingdom you haven’t even properly experienced?”
“The monarchy is a joke.” Jayden replied. “Nothing but flaunting their power and richness. You know what? I bet you this Prince Jens isn’t even all that. He probably looks like he’s part ogre or giant or something.”
“Please, let’s not disrespect the ogres and giants like that.” Lucas scoffed. “As far as I know, the ogres and giants I know hold more brain cells than the entire Royal Family combined.”
“Has anyone ever actually seen what he looks like?” Kes asked.
“Nah, he was only every really shown at birth and then practically locked up in the castle before he left. There aren’t any paintings of him either.” Lucas replied.
“Hey check it out.” Jayden said, looking back at the invitation. “It says it’s a Masquerade Ball.”
“Sounds even more stupid.” Lucas snorted.
“So I guess that definitely means we aren’t going.” Jayden laughed.
Kes shook his head. “Us? I think they would kick us out upon even entering the castle. Everyone knows how much we go against everything they stand for. We’re literally the face of every protest and resistance.”
“They wouldn’t even know it was us though with the mask on anyway.” Lucas pointed out. “Theoretically speaking, we could definitely get in.”
Hopping up from his spot, Jayden crawled over behind Lucas and Kes, careful not to fall off the fountain’s ledge and into the water. After shuffling around a bit to create space, Jayden crouched down and threw his arms around them. Pulling them in closer, Lucas noticed the mysterious smirk on his face before he lowered his voice.
“Well then we could get in no problem.” He snickered. “Come on, the whole kingdom is going to be there. Once they figure out how much of a joke Prince Jens is for the future of our kingdom, we can direct them into a revolution. Think of what this means for the people of the village.”
“You don’t really think that’s going to happen do you?” Lucas asked. “We can’t just start a revolution by sneaking into the palace. Plus it isn’t even sneaking in if we’re allowed to be there.”
Kes responded with a glint in his eye. “There’s only one way to find out.”
“Fuck the government though.” Jayden explained.
“Yeah,” Lucas said under his breath. “Fuck the government.”
-
True to their words, the three of them found themselves staring at the large castle doors, open for people to enter. Many people moved pass them, eager to get to the ball in their gorgeous dresses and suits with matching masquerade masks. Lucas could hardly recognize anyone, except for his friends.
The blue mask adorned with silver detailing and jewels on his face seemed to give him a sense of confidence. While Lucas was one to speak his thoughts freely and feel secure with himself, there was something magical about people not knowing who he was. He could be anyone he wanted. While his friends and him had only intended to come to the Coronation Ball as a mere joke, he couldn’t help but start to think that it all started to seem like a fairytale.
Eventually, they had passed the guards and arrived to the actual ball, where the guests danced, converses, drank and ate gloriously, like this was their only night in paradise. Lucas would often take some glances around, spotting his friends dance with girls in their big dresses as their hair flowed past their shoulders. Trying not to feel like he didn’t belong, Lucas then made it a little game to see if he could figure out which person at the ball was Prince Jens. Was it the man in green, flirting by the table filled with cake? The man in a deep purple, twirling a lovely maiden all over the dance floor? Or maybe it was the man in a darker shade of blue, talking to some of the Lords and Lady’s that have travelled for tonight’s celebration?
Whoever it was, Lucas quickly realized he had no interest being here for much longer. Fancy celebrations and elaborate clothing? That wasn’t really his scene of things. Making sure to give Kes a look across the dance floor, he gestured his head that he would be out on the deserted balcony if they were to need him.
The night air gave him a sense of relief as he walked outside. There were no guards around and nobody seemed to have noticed his getaway. Granted, Lucas did slip out a window he had managed to open and the thick velvet drapes practically hid him already. There was nobody even remotely interested enough to be watching him.
Sitting down on the little stone bench on the balcony, he let his attention focus on the view. In the horizon, he could almost see the entirety of the village. The lanterns that lit up the street made entire place give off a soft glow and Lucas could even see some of the houses warmly lit up. There was a sense of love in his heart, as he thought about how much he loved the village and its people. How much he wanted the best for them and would stop at nothing to get it.
“Didn’t think anyone else would be out here.” A warm chuckle came from behind him and a very startled Lucas turned around.
The stranger who stood behind him was wearing a deep red suit with intricate golden details and a matching masquerade mask that covered the top half of his face. But despite the dimness of the night, Lucas still managed to make out some of the facial features. Soft dark pink lips, almost a muted mauve colour and looked like they felt like the thick velvet curtains. A structured jawline matched the smirk of the stranger’s lips and deep brown eyes seemed to take a liking towards him. Based on the lean bur obviously built structure of the stranger’s body, Lucas quickly figured he couldn’t be any further from his own age.
Lucas also quickly figured out that despite not being able to see the entirety of his face, there was no doubt that a handsome boy was behind the mask.
“I don’t think I expected to find anyone else here either.” Lucas said with a light laugh, trying not to let the sudden nervous feeling overwhelm him.
“Well mind if I join you?” The stranger asked as he pointed to the empty spot beside Lucas.
“Sure.” He replied, surprised him easy that answer had come to him.
Once the stranger sat down, Lucas felt a fuzzy feeling in his chest. While the stranger looked over to the horizon, Lucas took this chance to study him up close, the way his chest moved up and down with his slow relaxed breathing and the way his fingers tapped gently on his leg, like he was playing a melody to a song.
“What brings you out here?” Lucas finally asked, breaking their silence.
“Not too big on the whole ballroom scene.” He replied with a laugh. “I actually didn’t really want to come tonight.”
“Oh really? Me neither to be honest. My friends and I kind of came as a joke but at least they’re having fun.”
“And you aren't?”
Shrugging, he replied with another chuckle. “I mean, it’s not so bad. But I can only watch them dance for so long that I start feeling bad.”
“You don’t dance?”
“I mean I do, I can.” Lucas admitted. “I just don’t have anyone to dance with.”
The stranger stood up and extended his hand to him, as Lucas looked up at him suspiciously. But there was the same smirk on his face, one that seemed very sure and confident it what he was doing.
“Will you dance with me?” The stranger asked. “The music is much quieter but at least out here it is just the two of us.”
Biting his lip, Lucas shyly placed his hand in his. It was a bit larger but the grip he had on his felt safe and secure, like his hold was honest and pure. He followed as he was lead to a little open space, where the moonlight illuminated the both of them.
The other boy placed his hand gently on the dip of Lucas’ back as he extended their hands out. Trying not to let his hand shake, Lucas placed it gently on the stranger’s shoulder, trying to ignore how one, sparks instantly flew this body at the touch and two, his much Lucas was beginning to enjoy his touch.
The two of them quickly began to move in the flow of the music, twirling and spinning under the light of the moon and the shadows of the night. Their bodies seemed to be made for each other, as they moved with such grace that they hardly even seemed like they were two separate people. Lucas could start to feel his heart race at this connection, and based on the smile on the stranger’s lips, he assumed he felt the same. The smile was also beautiful under the kiss of the moon, a sort of radiance that Lucas would find impossible to forget.
“Are you from the village?” Lucas asked, as they continued to dance.
He shook his head. “Not really. I lived elsewhere for many years.”
“Do you come from far away? Do you have a title I must refer to you by?” He didn’t think any other commoners came from the ball, but maybe people of other villages made the trip for the royal night.
A low laugh escaped the lips of the stranger. “That doesn’t matter. Let’s just enjoy this night for what it is. Are you from the village?”
A bit confused by the rather vague answer, Lucas decided just to ignore it. After all, it wasn’t like any connection between them would disappear after tonight. Nothing but a mere memory.
“I am.” He replied with a nod. “Born and raised.”
“Ah, so I take it you know the people and place very well?”
“Like the back of my hand.” Lucas said before he frowned.
“Why do you frown at that?” The boy asked, instantly taking note at the change of behaviour.
“The Royal Family.” He sighed. “They often forget their own people and leave us fending for their scraps. We deserve better than that.”
“And you think you could give them better?”
“No. I am nothing but one of them. I hold no title, no power. But it is in my best interest to try.”
“And would you? If you were given the chance?”
“With my whole heart.”
This answer seemed to please the stranger, as he opened his mouth to speak as though he was admitting a secret. But they were quickly interrupted with a familiar voice shouting out to Lucas.
“Hey!” Kes hollered from behind him. “We have to go. Now! The guards think there are people against the monarchy and we are not going to wait until they find out we can be associated.”
Turning to face the stranger, Lucas quickly released himself from his grip. “I’m sorry I have to go.” He apologized, before turning away and running after Kes.
“Wait!” The stranger called out, grabbing onto the cuff of Lucas’ suit, pulling him in. “How can I find you?”
Scared to give out his name, in case it would ruin his chance at a good alibi and quickly blow his cover, Lucas slipped off his rose quartz ring and placed it gently in his hand.
“Keep this. If you go to the villages’ book shop tomorrow, present this ring to me. Then I will know it is you.” He whispered.
“But-“ The other boy began to say before Lucas cut him off.
“I’m sorry.” He apologized as he began to walk away. “I have to go.”
No matter how much he wanted to, Lucas didn’t look back. He didn’t want to see what he had left behind.
A beautiful night and a beautiful dance with the most beautiful person his heart had come to known.
-
“Rumour has it Prince Jens is coming to town today.” Jayden laughed as Lucas and Kes stacked a new set of books onto the shelves.
“Where did you hear that?” Kes laughed, like that statement was very far from the truth.
“Whole town is talking.” He shrugged. “Rumour also has it that he met someone last night. One of us, which is why he’s coming. To look for them. Can you believe it?”
“No.” Kes laughed again, shaking his head in pure amusement. “To be honest though, nobody seemed to know who he was last night. The whole mask thing seemed to make everyone a stranger.”
“Speaking of strangers,” Jayden noted, gesturing towards Lucas, who was only halfway listening to the conversation. “Who were you dancing with last night?”
Not bothering to turn around to face Jayden and continue shaking the book shelf, Lucas just shrugged.
“I don’t know.” He mumbled. “It doesn’t really matter now though.”
It wasn’t that Lucas didn’t want to admit it happened, but it was that Lucas couldn’t even believe it had happened. The whole night felt something out of a dream, a sequence too good to be true. However, even though he knew it really happened, Lucas didn’t want to think about how it may never happen again.
The book shop’s door suddenly opened, taking all three of them by surprise. The figure quickly closed the door behind him, and it was then Lucas realized all the cheering and hollering coming front outside. Even though Kes and Jayden seemed just as confused at the situation, Jayden got up from the desk he was sitting on and shut the shop’s window shutters in attempt to drown out the noise from the crowd.
Now all three of them states at the figure in front of them. He was tall, lean and built with a strong structure. Although his clothes seemed rather ordinary, a white flowing top and brown pants, he seemed to stand with as though he was of royalty.
“Hi.” The stranger finally spoke, only to lay his deep brown eyes straight towards Lucas. “I’m Jens.”
“Prince Jens?” Kes asked in disbelief.
“Yeah,” He confirmed, still not looking away from Lucas. “Prince Jens.”
For some reason, Lucas found himself speechless. It wasn’t because the literal prince of the kingdom was right of him and he didn’t ever prepare for actually meeting a member of the monarchy, but that there was something eerily familiar about him. The way he stood, the way his words sounded like a harmonious melody, the way his mauve lips turned upwards to a small smile and how his deep brown eyes looked into Lucas’ blue ones, like he was the only one in the room.
Like it was just the two of us. He suddenly thought.
And suddenly, Lucas realized where he knew him from.
Prince Jens was the stranger from last night.
“Your Highness.” Lucas breathed out as he dropped the book from his hands and approached Jens slowly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-“
“It’s alright.” Jens answered with a smile. “There are no need for apologies. I only came here to ask for your name.”
“Lucas.” He replied quickly. “Lucas van der Heijden.”
“Well Lucas,” Jens said with a warm smile. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”
“You too.” He breathed out again, still in a state of shock. “May I ask what you’re doing here Your Highness?”
“Please, it’s just Jens.” He assured, stepping a little closer and lowering his voice. “I came looking for you?”
“Me?” Lucas squeaked out.
A laugh escaped Jens’ lips as he let his eyes wander and marvel at the boy in front of him.
“You’re so much more beautiful than I envisioned.” Jens whispered. “I knew you were beautiful from behind the mask, but I never thought one could be as beautiful as you are in front of me.”
“You’re beautiful too.” Lucas softly admitted. “A lot.”
This answer seemed to make Jens beam. “My Lucas, I came here not only to find you but to also tell and ask you of something.”
“Of course. Anything.”
“After speaking with you last night, I finally found clarity in what I plan to do now that I have a say in power. And it is that I am not yet ready or worthy to lead a great nation such is ours.” He explained. “I have decided to set my reign back one more year, in hopes that I can prepare better for it.”
“And what will you do in the mean time?”
“Well, I plan to be more connected with the people, especially those of this village who live so close to the kingdom. And I would like you to help me with that, to teach me the ways of life here.”
“Me?” Lucas squeaked out again.
“Yes, you.” Jens nodded. “All my life, I have been taught how to be a King, to rule and to lead. Bur anyone can be taught the legalities of ruling, the mechanics and principles to lead with power.” He looked at Lucas gently. “But not everyone can be taught to lead with their heart.”
“Are you sure I’m the right one to help you with this?”
“You are the right one for me.” Jens assured.
“What would I have to do?”
“Well every day, you would show me what should be done better. What needs change and reform. How better we can distribute the wealth. You can show me what you people treasure most, what we should pay more attention to and what we should aid to.”
“How do I know your words are true?”
Jens smiled. “Because, every night, when we are done learning about the people, I would like to learn about you. Who you are, where you came from and where you want to go.” Pulling his hand out of his pocket, Jens held up a dainty rose quartz ring that glistened in light of the shop. “And if you would like to dance with me, under the moonlight. Just the two of us.”
Even before seeing the ring, Lucas knew deep in his heart that Jens’ words were true. Stepping forward, leaving only a few inches between them, Lucas nodded.
“Okay,” He decided. “When do we start?”
“Whenever you finish putting those books on the shelves.”
“Oh.” Lucas snorted. “That’s easy.” Turning his head around, he hollered at Kes, who had been watching the whole interaction happen in front of him as he leaned against the book shelves. “Kes! Finish up for me okay?”
Rolling his eyes, Kes huffed some air out of his mouth. “Whatever happened to fuck the government huh?” He teased playfully.
Grinning, Jens winked at all of them, but mostly at Lucas as he confidently flicked his thumb and Lucas’ hands quickly caught the ring with ease.
“Don’t worry.” Jens assured. “I’m sure we can still make that happen.”
i fell in love for this tae one more time and :( *sighs*
kingdom come.
synopsis: › with the royal council pressuring you to produce an heir, you try and give in to their requests and find a husband that will give you a child—just not from the person they’ve been thinking of though, but rather from the man who has always been secretly in your heart.
pairing: taehyung x reader
word count: 10.5k
rating: 18+
content: light angst | fluff | smut | secret relationship au | modern royalty au | heavily based on ‘the king: eternal monarch’ | ft. royal guard!taehyung, queen!reader, prime minister!jimin
warning/s: light tones of sexism | talks about parents passing away | explicit sexual content | swearing | oral (f. + m. receiving) | brief handjob | breast play | nipple sucking | unprotected sex (it’s fiction yall okay always be safe !!) | cum eating | soft mushy vanilla sex tbh
opening note. finally, my first taehyung one shot after being on hiatus last year 🤧 this is my first royalty au fic too and my knowledge of it is quite limited so if i have things stated wrong here, i apologize !! plus, i really have mixed emotions about this fic since i think it’s really,,, a mess sjdksjs and writing this took all of my brain cells so pls be nice to me 🥴
special thank you to @yoongberries and @kimcritique for beta reading this fic and keeping up with me as i complain how this story took my soul SKSKSJS you guys are the bestest 🥺💞
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I was sitting having a lunch of Lavazza espresso, Lotus Forbidden Rice Ramen and watching this Oddity Archive episode when I read that the Queen died in my Twitter feed.
“So let me get this straight. We’re here to rescue a princess.”
“That’s right.”
“At the request of a princess.”
“Right again.”
“And you, who will be leading the expedition, are also a princess.”
“You’re very perceptive.”
“How big is your royal family, again?“
“We don’t have one.”
“But–“
“We overthrew our monarchy centuries ago, but we kept most of the titles around. The rank of ‘princess’ is held by the directors in charge of various civil service branches.“
“Huh. And the princess we’re rescuing today is in charge of…?”
“Public sanitation.”
“The Lord of Death’s Dominion kidnapped your public sanitation director?”
“We think he’s a little confused.”
Experiment with political systems
Sure, having a king/queen is simple, but have you ever tried:
Democracy
Multiple nobles and they all have the same amount of power (lot of conflict potential)
You can become ruler by defeating the current ruler in a fight
The merchants run everything
A noble and a parliament rule
The most intelligent people rule
…
There are thousands of possibilities, be creative!
and now, i fight | johnny (m) (teaser)
pairing: prince!johnny x peasant/rebel!reader
word count: TBD
genre: historical fiction
summary: Prince Johnny J. Suh is one who has been controlled by his parents his entire life. They have limited his childhood, his teen years, and even now, they try to control him as an adult inside their designer castle walls. He wants to break away from them, be free and do his own without worrying about what his parents have to say. What'll happen when he gets the opportunity to join the revolution being staged against them?
warnings: breeding kink, bondage, body worship, master kink, degradation, and praise kink, collaring, dirty talk, face fucking, size kink, bulge kink, orgasm denial, somnophilia, sexy times in the ✨1890s✨, war, basically a Korean version of the American revolution lol, lots and lots of secrets, johnny double-crossing his family, punishment to reader's friends by the royal family, that's it I think lol, absolutely no 1800s talk cuz idrk how they talked back then lol
sneak peek below the bar!! italics is 1895 and normal is present times (1937)
“Mommy, mommy!! Tell us a tale!” The Queen beamed as she strolled into her children’s impressive boudoir, made out of only the finest, most exquisite elements. “What tale would you like to hear tonight, my dears?” The children glance at each other and snicker slightly, “Tell us how you became Queen!!” The Queen raises her eyebrows in shock, “Why would you want to learn about that? I see my busy bees have been doing their research about the monarchy?” The Queen reaches over and ruffles their hair up. “Mhm!” They reply, smiles bright on their faces. “Okay, my little smart cookies. I’ll tell the tale. Our tale begins in March of 1895, the Queen had just thrown a big birthday ball for her only son weeks before…”
The ball was magnificent and festive, striking colors all throughout. And the birthday boy, Prince Johnny J. Suh, clad in the fanciest royal suit anyone had ever seen! He looked dashing, breathtaking even, all of the princesses from different areas wanted him. Yet, he rejected them all. He yearned for a soulmate, a lover, someone to deeply connect with, not some stuck up princess who only wanted him for his dashing looks and riches. He simply refused to dance with anyone and kept to himself the entire night, his night.
Towards midnight, when all of the evil stepsisters had gone to wipe off their hideous makeup and abuse their Cinderella at home, the Queen furiously stalked up to her son, and she slapped him. “What the hell is wrong with you? Johnny J. Suh, I did not raise you to turn down such beautiful women a chance to become your Queen! How am I supposed to trust that you’ll rule our land well when you’re father and I are gone?” He looked down at his feet and quietly grumbled, “It’s not like you really raised me at all.” The Queen almost missed his snarkiness with how quiet he was. Almost. “What did you just say to me? Do not ever disrespect me again, boy, or so help me God-” He grimaced and held his hands protectively in front of his face in annoyance. “I got it, Ma, never disrespect the Queen.. yada yada.” He walked away, getting in the horse carriage designed to take him home. He looked at his mother one last time, who looked at him with swirls of disappointment in her brown eyes, and the horse rode off into the night sky.
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I hope this sneak peak gets y'all excited for this, because I certainly am.
Just a thought on Digital Currency
Digital Currency is the inevitable future. None of that ‘dirty money’ - just nice, clean digital transactions via cellphones. Sounds swell, right? Well, imagine a system where - unlike cash - every transaction can be monitored and recorded. Big deal, right? Yeah, it is. Digital Currency is a new way to TAX THE SHIT out of anyone who spends. Oh? You borrowed some money from your bud to buy gas? We gotta tax that. You gave little Elmer some money for his fifth birthday? We gotta tax that as well. Hey - those old ladies had a garage sale? Yeah, we’re taxing that too. Oh, and last time I checked, this worthless paper didn’t require me to purchase a piece of electronic hardware (with a monthly pay subscription) to spend it. Digital Currency is being sold to the people as ‘security and convenience’, but in practice, it will be yet another way those in control will extract just a little more blood from an already broke stone. People can call what we’re seeing around the world Socialism, Communism, Fascism, etc., but in reality, it’s Feudalism. A small number of Bureaucrats, protected by vast armies, robbing billions of productive people world-wide. It’s strange. We live in this Digital Age, with supposedly endless ideas and potential, and the vast majority of people still wish to fight over outdated economic systems which have been proven to be shit - all those ‘isms’ ever did was; murder people with pointless wars, squander our creativity and resources, and retard the development of human civilization.
Just a thought on Digital Currency
Digital Currency is the inevitable future. None of that ‘dirty money’ - just nice, clean digital transactions via cellphones. Sounds swell, right? Well, imagine a system where - unlike cash - every transaction can be monitored and recorded. Big deal, right? Yeah, it is. Digital Currency is a new way to TAX THE SHIT out of anyone who spends. Oh? You borrowed some money from your bud to buy gas? We gotta tax that. You gave little Elmer some money for his fifth birthday? We gotta tax that as well. Hey - those old ladies had a garage sale? Yeah, we’re taxing that too. Oh, and last time I checked, this worthless paper didn’t require me to purchase a piece of electronic hardware (with a monthly pay subscription) to spend it. Digital Currency is being sold to the people as ‘security and convenience’, but in practice, it will be yet another way those in control will extract just a little more blood from an already broke stone. People can call what we’re seeing around the world Socialism, Communism, Fascism, etc., but in reality, it’s Feudalism. A small number of Bureaucrats, protected by vast armies, robbing billions of productive people world-wide. It’s strange. We live in this Digital Age, with supposedly endless ideas and potential, and the vast majority of people still wish to fight over outdated economic systems which have been proven to be shit - all those ‘isms’ ever did was; murder people with pointless wars, squander our creativity and resources, and retard the development of human civilization.
Just a thought on Digital Currency
Digital Currency is the inevitable future. None of that ‘dirty money’ - just nice, clean digital transactions via cellphones. Sounds swell, right? Well, imagine a system where - unlike cash - every transaction can be monitored and recorded. Big deal, right? Yeah, it is. Digital Currency is a new way to TAX THE SHIT out of anyone who spends. Oh? You borrowed some money from your bud to buy gas? We gotta tax that. You gave little Elmer some money for his fifth birthday? We gotta tax that as well. Hey - those old ladies had a garage sale? Yeah, we’re taxing that too. Oh, and last time I checked, this worthless paper didn’t require me to purchase a piece of electronic hardware (with a monthly pay subscription) to spend it. Digital Currency is being sold to the people as ‘security and convenience’, but in practice, it will be yet another way those in control will extract just a little more blood from an already broke stone. People can call what we’re seeing around the world Socialism, Communism, Fascism, etc., but in reality, it’s Feudalism. A small number of Bureaucrats, protected by vast armies, robbing billions of productive people world-wide. It’s strange. We live in this Digital Age, with supposedly endless ideas and potential, and the vast majority of people still wish to fight over outdated economic systems which have been proven to be shit - all those ‘isms’ ever did was; murder people with pointless wars, squander our creativity and resources, and retard the development of human civilization.
Portrait of Prince Gustav Adolph Friedrich, Landgrave of Hesse-Homburg (1817) by Johann Heinrich Beck. Staatliche Schlösser und Gärten Hessen.
Yeah and queen victoria had a pedicure in my bathroom
My tribute to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.
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This was published in London's Daily Mirror and Charleston's The Post and Courier
I am an American, of English and Scottish descent, proud of my heritage, and certainly an Anglophile.
I have long loved, admired and respected Queen Elizabeth II and wish to pay her tribute from across the pond.
I saw Her Majesty once, but for a fleeting moment. I was on holiday in London, standing outside Buckingham Palace, awaiting the Changing of the Guard, when the gates opened and Her Majesty's car drove past. She was smiling, waving, wearing a mauve tinted hat, her car adorned with the Royal Standard. That image will stay with me always. And that memory will forever adorn my heart.
In her absence, something has gone out of the world - a stalwart dignity, a quiet grace, a presence as steady and dependable as the rising and setting of the sun and the turning of the tides.
Grand she was, grand she will forever remain, in heart, in legacy, in memory.
Thank you for sharing her with us and with the world. Long will she reign in our hearts.
I am grateful to have lived in the age of Elizabeth.
-- Michelle Lindsey
19 September 2022
