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04/06/02 @ 10:56 p.m.
Given that this bloated bribe of a four-day weekend is finally over, I feel vaguely obligated to do a barn-storming, all-out rant in the direction of the monarchy, but I really can’t be arsed to waste energy on something so dull and so over-argued. I’ve ranted about it so often in my life that I’ve actually got a little bored of hearing it. But two things about the Jubilee have really depressed me. The huge fireworks display over Buckingham Palace was the first. Just about every homeless person living in the area would have seen it overhead, seeing a few million pounds blown on fireworks celebrating a woman whose surname earned her a six-hundred room palace. The second thing was seeing tens of thousands of people lining the streets cheering at her. Seeing the woman who represents the grotesque pinnacle of the class system being cheered on by people considered beneath her – people who are fixed in their lower classes because of people like her - was a little surreal and a little embarrassing.
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