The Royal Turd

The Royal Turd

Queen Lizardbreath link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> is presently in Canada, and last night was shown on TV attending a huge gala in Saskatchewan. Among the performers was Buffy Ste-Marie, who sang her “Universal Soldier” anti-war protest song, which squarely puts the blame for war on the soldiers who agree to fight, and appeals to them not to do so, as the only way to stop war. The naked truth usually being taboo, like George Galloway’s performance in Washington, her brave performance in front of the Royals link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> might have been seen as confrontational, as I’m sure it was intended to be. We sure need more like her, and George.

Afterwards, Queenie link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> passed along the line of performers, shaking everyone’s hand, wearing gloves so she wouldn’t catch cooties from any of the commoners. Buffy Ste-Marie not only shook her hand, but gave her an earful, in 5 seconds. What she said we don’t know, as the nervous CBC TV camera editor hit the panic button as soon as he saw Buffy begin speaking to her, changing the point of view so we couldn’t even try to lip-read what Buffy was saying to her. A shame, that such a coward was in a position of control.

Flashback: In 1964, as a student in residence at McGill in Montreal, I met an older student who had been a Canadian Naval Cadet. I don’t remember if he saw this first-hand, or if he learned of it from another sailor, but he told a story of an event that took place on the Royal link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> Yacht. As one of the justifications for the monarchy, the Royals link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> propagate the notion that they are better than everyone else, and this notion became the subject of long-running and earnest discussion amongst the crew.

Finally, someone came up with a bright idea-to capture a Royal Turd link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> to use as a specimen, to see if a Royal Turd link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> was any different from a common turd link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''>. One of the ship’s engineers volunteered his services, and after installing a valve to reroute the plumbing from the Royal Toilet link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> a lookout was posted. Down in the bowels of the ship, a large glass Mason jar was placed right under a pipe that had been opened up, awaiting delivery. Sure enough, after breakfast, a servant passed word that the Queen link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> had
entered the Royal Loo link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''>. The excitement among the crew was electric, and pretty soon, delivery was made, as a rather large and stately Royal Turd link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> plopped into the waiting glass jar.

The jar was capped, the pipe rejoined, and, as their duties allowed it, almost the entire crew, including officers, came down to inspect the Royal Turd link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''>. They passed by in single file, holding their hats in hand, which they had removed out of respect. Other than the Turd’s link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> bearing a slight resemblance to a profile of Princess Margaret link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> there was nothing out of the ordinary, no specks of gold, nothing magnificent about it at all. And so, the argument was settled. The Royals link to www.godlikeproductions.com] alt=''> were evidently just like anybody else.