Thursday, 15 January 2009
Monday, 12 January 2009
‘Wayward’ Royal Racist at It Again
Reports have filled the British press about how the third in line to the British crown (god help us) has been exposed (again) as a casual racist. A chip off the old bock you might think. After all, Prince Philip has been insulting Johnny Foreigner for years.
Now, I’m neither a geneticist nor a cryptographer, but it would appear to most sane outsiders that Harry shares no genetic material with his father, (the link to the silly-seat) or the rest of the Germans-in-residence at Buck House. He’s ginger (not a notable royal trait like insanity and appeasement) and rather resembles a certain ex-cavalry major known to have dallied with Diana. There’s also a clue in the offspring’s names; William (W for Windsor) Harry (H for Hewitt). I promise I’m not some sort of paranoid nut who sees patterns everywhere, but…
But back to the undeniable facts: in one report (the Sundays all become a bit of a blur after the sixty-seventh page) the palace possibly said that the cadet Harry had referred to as “Our little Paki friend,” had possibly instigated this ‘nickname’. Really?
I grew up during the 70’s - a decade renowned for its touchy-feely approach to race relations; if you weren’t white, the National Front tried to touch you with a housebrick, and the police tried to feel your collar. But during those halcyon days of race relations I don’t recall anyone introducing themselves as, “Hi, I’m Delroy. But please, call me sambo,” or “I was christened Seamus, but I’d much rather you called me murderous feinian bog-trotter,” or “Hello I’m Serinder, but you can call me curry-face.” (Start your own list, it’s not as much fun as you think, and you’ll feel dirty afterwards.) But maybe I hung out with the wrong people, the Oswalds, the Harrys and the Aldolfs.
The Palace’s (es’ses’s how many have these people got?) have attempted to gloss over Harry’s boor-ish behaviour with the understanding message that, “There is no question that Prince Harry was in any way seeking to insult his friend." This utter codswallop was undermined by Ahmed Raza Khan’s family saying, “At no time did he tell us he was called Paki, or that he was a good friend of Prince Harry.” Although having been forced into close proximity with the flame-haired-freeloading-failure and listening to his witless banter, Khan probably found chatting to his family about cleaning his boots and sticking burning bog-roll up his bum far more edifying.
The Palace(es’ses’s) kept on digging into the shit-swamp with the stunningly stupid, “When people see the film, they will realise immediately that his remarks were light-hearted and not malicious in any way at all.”
“Institutionnellement raciste nous?”
Or as Grampa Phil and bastard Harry would probably say, “Piss off back to Frog-land you garlicky twat.”
http://www.republic.org.uk/
Ooops, how did that get there?
Now, I’m neither a geneticist nor a cryptographer, but it would appear to most sane outsiders that Harry shares no genetic material with his father, (the link to the silly-seat) or the rest of the Germans-in-residence at Buck House. He’s ginger (not a notable royal trait like insanity and appeasement) and rather resembles a certain ex-cavalry major known to have dallied with Diana. There’s also a clue in the offspring’s names; William (W for Windsor) Harry (H for Hewitt). I promise I’m not some sort of paranoid nut who sees patterns everywhere, but…
But back to the undeniable facts: in one report (the Sundays all become a bit of a blur after the sixty-seventh page) the palace possibly said that the cadet Harry had referred to as “Our little Paki friend,” had possibly instigated this ‘nickname’. Really?
I grew up during the 70’s - a decade renowned for its touchy-feely approach to race relations; if you weren’t white, the National Front tried to touch you with a housebrick, and the police tried to feel your collar. But during those halcyon days of race relations I don’t recall anyone introducing themselves as, “Hi, I’m Delroy. But please, call me sambo,” or “I was christened Seamus, but I’d much rather you called me murderous feinian bog-trotter,” or “Hello I’m Serinder, but you can call me curry-face.” (Start your own list, it’s not as much fun as you think, and you’ll feel dirty afterwards.) But maybe I hung out with the wrong people, the Oswalds, the Harrys and the Aldolfs.
The Palace’s (es’ses’s how many have these people got?) have attempted to gloss over Harry’s boor-ish behaviour with the understanding message that, “There is no question that Prince Harry was in any way seeking to insult his friend." This utter codswallop was undermined by Ahmed Raza Khan’s family saying, “At no time did he tell us he was called Paki, or that he was a good friend of Prince Harry.” Although having been forced into close proximity with the flame-haired-freeloading-failure and listening to his witless banter, Khan probably found chatting to his family about cleaning his boots and sticking burning bog-roll up his bum far more edifying.
The Palace(es’ses’s) kept on digging into the shit-swamp with the stunningly stupid, “When people see the film, they will realise immediately that his remarks were light-hearted and not malicious in any way at all.”
“Institutionnellement raciste nous?”
Or as Grampa Phil and bastard Harry would probably say, “Piss off back to Frog-land you garlicky twat.”
http://www.republic.org.uk/
Ooops, how did that get there?
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