Anne as new Captain General of the Royal Marines? Goody! And thank you, Mummy!

 
By Stanley Collymore

With all due respect to the
Royal Marines I honestly  
don't  think you need a
Windsor as your figurehead.
Basically, your outstanding  
members have over many
generations, proudly and
honourably, served their  
country, and yours also
distinguishably; and so
all their achievements
are quite above those  
so loosely overstated,
generously spawned,
purposely increased
and actively cited by
by a Windsor genre:
of these prior listed
and purportedly so
attributable, assets  
of theirs creditably
and so beneficially
move them all on;
programmed - by
a wholly relevant  
studs and avidly
Stepford honed  
and obediently,
unquestioning
quite obliging,
full Caucasian
brood mares!

Their multiplicity though,
so vital for the ongoing
preservation, of such  
an exclusively, white - that both
they and their fawning brown-  
nosers fondly see themselves  
as: a privileged, monarchical  
Firm - however much stark  
reality and, findamentally  
so, commonsense rightly  
stipulates the Windsors  
whose solitary claim to
a critically, disputably  
legitimate and aptly
unearned, granted
privileges derived  
simply from their
birth alone, is so
unequivocally a
weak medieval  
throwback; so
irredeemably
obscene and
furthermore
significantly
senselessly
in any sort
of equality
society, or  
an ethical
kingdom.

That's why, if you really do
need a figurehead, Royal  
Marines, why not select  
one of your own? Someone  
who has clearly provided  
exemplary service, both
to the UK and crucially  
yourselves - and truly  
deserves this honour  
that they have fully  
earned?  Surely there are
several such persons in  
your ranks that satisfy  
these crucial criteria!
Not some nepotistic,
privileged and very
self-entitled, white
indolent, Windsor
family members!

(C) Stanley V. Collymore
20 February 2021.


Author's Remarks:  
Liz - if this time she really must and, not invariably, egotistically, as is her natural wont and as she always does refuse, but should clearly preferably this time, step back from what she is obviously planning on doing. All the same, as I suspect, she will absolutely controllingly not do so, and feels that she must carry on with this dreadful, asinine action of hers, as she stupidly grandstands, relatively to Harry who actually did serve in the army for 10 years - (Incidentally,  which branch of the British Armed Forces or crucially any Commonwealth Forces - for that matter, has your wearisome sourpuss daughter Anne ever served India?) - and likewise to her fawning cohorts; the Liz should pick, if she must, someone for the job that truly deserves the honour.

Not ridiculously plump for one of her bone idle sprogs, their totally  useless offspring or other, similarly and also thoroughly likeminded in a medieval mindset, relatives whose solitary and ludicrous claim for such jobs is solely that they are part of Liz's own clan.  

Titles and honours should be earned directly through merit, not privileged birth and its dreadfully associated self-entitlement. And another thing Betty, not all honourable m, truly valiant and courageous members of these British Armed Forces only have discernibly pink coloured skins, just like you Liz and your Clan members. Neither  past nor present is there a semblance of truth in that regard!  Besides, your oft employed, spurious m, alleged and fabricated duty to Britain should fundamentally have taught you that Liz! But were you and your thoroughly sick, clearly twisted and entrenched racist, brown-nosers - bogus patriots to the last one of them, who cowardly always assiduously eschew ever enlisting in "their British Armed Forces" themselves  but, nevertheless m, are crucially forever keen to defend their version of Great Britain  to the last drop of someone else's blood but significantly never their own - not sure about that Liz and your evilly mendacious cap doffers,  the Google the REAL participants in World Wars 1 and 2, and who vastly and altruistically contributed to your close GERMAN relatives losing those two major European internecine wars.

Incidentally, the gaudy display, quite attendant with the very compulsive and obsessively wearing of military uniforms so ostentatiously weighted down by unearned medals and associated titles, is rather discernibly so a Saxe-Coburg-Gothe-Mountbatten-Windsor medieval and  distinctly Kraut thing!