Alright, a little more naughtiness. It always has its place when it is deserved. And since I’m the only judge here…
Between you and me, Charles the third, looking like a spaniel lost in the rain, even with a crown on his head, he still has that loser face. It looks like the king wouldn’t beat a two of spades.
You will tell me that he is not annoying, the little king, as Jean-Pierre Ferland sings. Maybe, but we’ll always have his face in our pockets anyway. All the more reason to use our credit card. And it also costs us a brick for the fla-fla, the little beast.
It is also true that with his 74 years, one should be exempted from paying for a jubilee….
I groan, but I confess despite everything that I never disapproved of a certain inclination for the ritual, the parade. In the era of ChatGPT, it seems to me that it feels good to take refuge in the customary. My side old fashion, it’s ethnological for me.
It must date from the time when, as a child, my father joined the parish guard in Saint-Félicien, whose members, among others, passed the collection to the church. I said to myself that one had to be really important to collect the sorrel of the Christians in this way, in addition to circulating in the alleys at a military pace.
That said, lazy as I am, you can guess that I watched the coronation offline. No question of getting up at 5 a.m., even for a king.
First observation, Charles Windsor – because that is his common name – we agree that he got the job by pushing, boosted the large soft flank, because his mother passed before him. Nepotism, ladies and gentlemen! But of course, as Saint Innocent said so well, nepotism, as long as it stays in the family…
No, but seriously, there! Under my personal test for judging individuals, would you hire him, Charles, would you?
And don’t forget that if her mother, Elisabeth, didn’t abdicate in her favour, even if it meant becoming a century-old boss, it’s probably because she knew that her Charlot wasn’t capable of doing the job, and that she didn’t want to see that in her lifetime.
That said, at his age, it might be time for him to start working, if he wants to accumulate a small retirement fund, poor thing!
Two words about Camilla.
Like everyone else, Charles’s drive for Camilla is a mystery to me. It’s beyond me, and her smile worries me, especially when her side fangs are revealed. But whatever one thinks, she left the Abbey, in addition to the title of queen consort, with the Rod of equity and mercy.
And tell me that you didn’t have a little thought for Diana during the ceremony, wondering what this beautiful woman would look like today, at 62 years old.
And precisely, this ceremony: medieval and feudal. The king who becomes the head of the Anglican Church, as a bonus. Festival of sable and fetishism, veneration of trinkets, paganism and paganism.
I wondered what son and brother thought of it all: Dirty Harry and Mini Andrew, sitting like lepers in the mezzanines, mismatched members of the family.
Anglican religious leader? With a British Prime Minister, Rishi Sunak, of Hindu faith, who reads verses from the Letter (not an email) of Saint Paul to the Colossians? There, they got me mixed up! And in the presence of the Lord Mayor of London, Sadiq Khan, a practicing Muslim.
Is it possible that the king’s job description no longer corresponds to the reality of this society? Think so, me!
By the way, before hearing PM Sunak, I didn’t know about the Colossians. If you’re interested, they came from a town, Colosses, maybe around the corner of Dolbeau, which was destroyed in the year 60, on the 1er century AD, by an earthquake.
Between us, the real problem with British royalty is that they should have skipped a generation, and given the job to young William and his girlfriend, Kate. Seems to me it would be better.
By the way, nice opportunity for a bit of name dropping (name dropping). Do you know that I received Williams and Kate at Quebec City Hall a few years ago?
Yes Madam ! I lived, me, guys! I lived !
Absolutely lovely, kids.
Well yes, they invited me to their family’s castles there, you can imagine! But hey, the agenda, you know, never simple…
And I admit that I was a little intimidated not knowing what to wear when I got up in the morning in this environment. I saw myself badly in soft, with moccasins and faded t-shirt in the colors by Pink Floyd…
And me, two eggs over, bacon, with a suit on the back, not capable!
Eventually, if they were really aiming for reconciliation, the Brits, they would make Charles live with Brexit and appoint Sir Paul McCartney as sovereign in his place.
If that were the case, I’ll take off my bonnet, take the oath to the British Crown as many times as you want, and swear to vote no in all future referendums on Quebec sovereignty!
Between us
After having written all these cowries, I recognize that the parade following the ceremony has me much more. Big fur hats really do the job.
That’s why I loved the Freedom of the City ceremony on July 3, at the annual Quebec City celebrations, when the Royal 22e Regiment paraded in front of the town hall.