The fascist regime is still with us despite the Sex Pistols 1977 song
First published 12/02/24 on Medium.com
Our glorious King is in hospital for an operation. The nation is holding its breath; disaster could be right around the corner. The palace press machine may play this down, routine operation, the best doctors, the usual fluff they post. But if you have had an operation, you will know they warn you of impending death. So, I will be biting my fingernails till I hear good news.
Or I will not. I have no hatred for the monarchy of any country, even this one ruled by King Charles the third. I have felt the despair at the death of a loved one. He has children and grandchildren, a wife, an extended family reliant on his patronage. All, I will believe, His demise will bring the deep grief we all feel at the loss of a family member.
The blood of our monarchy stretches back centuries. That blood is richer, more refined than mine. The DNA that created the cells, which convert water into blood must be better than mine.
His royal highness, the one we sing an anthem about, the one that all bow or courtesy to, is a greater man than I. He is the man that every week the Prime Minister (nearly elected by the people) must go to the palace and explain what his government has been doing in the name of the King.
Obviously, King Charles is a Very Important Person. Me, I am just a commoner. A lowly man trying to get by and live a good life. I have the blood of a mongrel. I can trace my family tree back two generations, my father and grandfather on my father’s side, my mother’s side is a blank. My blood is inferior. Diluted by generations of weak blooded individuals, grave robbers, and nobodies, till it has become nothing more than sludge.
It does not matter one jot that if you looked at the King’s blood and my blood under the microscope there would be no difference. The DNA strand that made me, being no different to the king’s DNA. Except he was born of a queen, and I was born of a shop assistant.
Calling a group of people fascist or communist is one way to rile up the masses, call them to your cause, hoping to anger them into action.
But what is fascism. The theory that some human beings are worth more than others simply because of their birth. Those born outside a nation, a faith, a family, are inferior humans.
Britain is a fascist country. A top of the pyramid sits a King, a family, which did nothing to warrant such a high status except be born. Fascism does not have to be dictatorships, and there is a facile impression of democracy in the UK. Our democracy needs cleansing (whoops slipped into fascistic language).
I do not wish the family any ill will. If I won a mandate that would mean an end to them, he could still live in any one of his palaces, still have the servants he needed. He would lose the title. His sons would become ordinary, his relatives would too – because he would be an ordinary man. Just like the blood says he is.
And along with the end of monarchy, there would be an end to the titles that they have bestowed on families through the generations. Most are political patronage now anyway, and the end of the monarchy brings a new politics to the UK.
Finally, I lead the cheers: God saved the King. He has awoken after surgery. May his recovery be swift.
God save the King.
Vive le republic!
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Nigel Hare 
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