Looking for trouble? Oh you bet your arse I am…
Today was the 30th birthday of the Swedish crown princess, Victoria Ingrid Alice Désirée Bernadotte. She was celebrated by the entire country for her sheer luck in being born into a family of hereditary monarchs. Without lifting a finger, or proving herself in any way she will be landed with the symbolic key to the whole country once her old dad shuffles off his mortal coil.
Funnily enough the right wing of Sweden support the monarchy. Normally they claim to be against the idea of getting something for nothing; they usually go on about how everybody should be allowed to work hard and do well and pay no tax.
But when it’s one of their own (i.e. an upper-class spoiled brat) then suddenly it’s fine to pour tax dollars into a family who “represent ” Sweden by cutting ropes, unveiling statues and saying a few badly-articulated words in English during the yearly Nobel Prize gala. Here we have Sweden’s biggest recipients of social welfare and all the “conservatives” do is clap and grin.
I couldn’t give the tiniest, tiniest fuck how old Princess Vicky is. If she lives to be a million she will never add a single gram of worth to the world in her capacity as a royal waster. Let her get a real job, make something of herself on her own merits and “represent” her country by getting up in the morning and wiping her own arse.
And please note: I have now reduced my chance of getting the Nobel prize to zero, just to entertain you people.
And – oh yeah! – this is the last new entry before I head off to Ireland. Enjoy a few weeks of re-runs, and expect some more swearing in August.