Friday, 29 April 2011

My Future King?

Today, the second in line to be King of Australia is getting married. My care-factor is the same as the care-factor for the Swedish royal wedding or a celebrity wedding (i.e. none at all), yet this is meant to be my king. It's a really odd thought, but that's the absurdity that is the anachronism of European colonialism in the 21st century. Someone halfway around the world has an official title that effectively means nothing.

Every time I think of the monarchy, that scene from Holy Grail comes to mind:
Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

1 comment:

Carneades Hume said...

It's ceremonial to make people feel better about their country!