Buckinghamwood, Or: Dumberello And The Little Screen Princess

The news that a famous celebrity (the actress) is marrying a B-listed minor personage, most famous good-for-nothing in the Realm and the fifth (soon the sixth) in line to the utterly useless throne of England is making waves in old Blighty.

A divorced actress (isn't it romantic?! “Until Filing does us part!”) is about to marry a man known for being rather thick, and whose main claims to celebrity are the funeral of his very slutty mother and the scandal of not having been able to even dirty a canvas with an “abstract painting” for one graduation or other, dirtying for which the poor genius had to be, astonishingly, helped without telling anyone (which is, as everybody knows, cheating and rigging even in so stupid a matter; can't remember if the teacher lost her job, he certainly lost his face).

This is going to be another field day – or rather, field years – for the gutter press, as the marriage of TV Stardom and Royal Dumbness promises to fill millions of pages as the rumours, indiscretions, half truths and full lies start to pile up after the obligatory romance of The Beauty And The Dumbo. I can't wait for the one or other to appear in the one or other reality show for the culturally challenged, then the descent of this once prestigious monarchy into mere entertainment factor for the uneducated will be completed.

I often think of the British Monarchy as the same as the Church of England. Both totally useless, they survive because the British can't even be bothered to notice the latter or to realise the superfluousness of the former (excluding tourism money and entertainment factor). The Monarchy, supposedly the Defenders Of The Faith, has accompanied the country all the way to Tranniedom without as much as a peep, but with a lot of Pump and Circumstance. The so-called “c”hurch of England…

but you know that already.

Both institutions now decrepit, and waiting to die, for which these old eyes will not shed a single tear.

One day the Church of England will be simply abolished and no one will even notice.

One day the abolition of the Monarchy will be proposed, and the only question will be the loss of tourism revenue, or the appalling prospect of having millions of uneducated nincompoops having to talk about the weather even more.

We live in a time where entertainment is king. Dumberello is about to marry his Little Screen Princess.

Buckinghamwood is now our reality.



Posted on November 27, 2017, in Catholicism, Conservative Catholicism, Traditional Catholicism and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. “One day the abolition of the Monarchy will be proposed…”
    Other possibility is that the Monarchy will be converted into Caliphate.

  2. Yank here, and not even one who has traversed the big pond to visit your declining hell hole. Been a bit busy with our own hell hole, only slightly slowed in it’s downward spiral by the election of President Donald J. Trump. But no doubt, that pendulum will swing round again, and after (please GOD!) eight years of sanity and pro-Christianity in our White House, our own dummies and ignorant Marxist jackasses will install the next line of full blown Marxists and we will accelerate downward at the previous rate, ala, “President” Obama, Fascist in Chief.
    I’m old enough to remember the previous status and general behavior of “real” royalty in England, when pomp and circumstance meant something really unique and appealing. But those days are over except in the occasional times when it simply must be dolled up and trotted out because…well…because royalty in England. His wedding will be no different, because however useless it’s all become, it’s unthinkable not to. But this is a different world. It seems like the consolation is that William seems to have married well, and seems to know how to conduct himself. But I miss a lot way over here, because I’m working at it, and as you said, on the important things, such as the positive and seemingly irreversible invasion you are all experiencing over there, there is nothing but silence from Windsor, so that to me is uselessness absolutely personified.

  3. If the Queen had fought for the lives of her subjects who were being slaughtered in the womb, rather than refusing to utter a syllable for fifty years, she would have guaranteed the vigor of the monarchy for at least a thousand years.

    • Well it’s more complicated than that.
      Factually the Queen is absolutely forbidden of expressing any political opinion (England does not have a written constitution; what is the established way of doing things is what works, until it changes). However, it is the Queen’s fault that she has renounced to be a beacon in religious matters, accepting to abdicate or put an end to the monarchy if needs be.
      As it is now, she is just a circus attraction doing what her masters order her to do.

  4. Sometimes I almost yearn for the monarchy to remember that coronation oath of maintaining the protestant religion. On the other hand, I guess this is always what protestantism was going to deliver us in the end.

  5. The kingdom is falling apart due to separation from Catholic Church, just like people stay outside Noah’s boat won’t be survived.

  6. Now I learn that she is a baptised Catholic and will be confirmed into the Church of England as part of her preparation for entry into the royal family. Yet the Archbishop of Westminster sends his best wishes etc…

  7. ilovevictoriasbows

    These Buckingham ‘luve’ stories always remind of King Edward abdicating for the thrice married slut Wallace Simpson and her in your face sexual antics with the sodomite Woolworth heir, Jimmy Donahue. With manliness lacking in the Duke (it’s in their genes, eg, Prince Charles), Wallace enjoyed the bits and baubles that Jimmy bestowed on her, not to mention locking the bedroom door with a ‘Keep Out!’ note while they schlupped together.

    • I have read that the British Secret Services, who spied on her, discovered that she was sleeping with other men whilst the “fiancee” of the cuckold, apparently without the man even having a problem with it.
      Difficult even to imagine for this Italian man.

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