Oh my Gawd, I am so glad Friday has arrived!
Heaven to hell and back again, this week has tried a bitch’s nerves…and then dance on them…and then kick them in the face (wince).
Anyhoo, I wanted to pause for a wee exploration of the royal (pun intended) star fucking frenzy going down over Queen Elizabeth’s visit to America.
The media is beside itself with speculation on etiquette (curtsy or bow, extend hand or wait for hand to be extended), what color outfit Queen Elizabeth would wear to each location (c’mon people!) and how the “average American” feels about our “royal visit”.
A bitch is amazed with all the flutter and bother…but then again I have a different perspective on shit like this.
Some people talk in terms of the first settled colony in the New World. This bitch talks in terms of the violent conquest of an already settled land.
Some people see a colonial vacation spot. This bitch sees yet another monument to domination, genocide and oppression.
Some get all nostalgic about how the “first settlers” lived and eventually prospered. A bitch reflects on how the prosperity of Jamestown was built on forced slave labor which resulted in my people on my father’s side of the gene pool being enslaved against their will to build the economical foundation for a nation that still struggles with words like equality and justice.
Some get romantic about an Indian princess falling for a handsome colonial hero.
I turn on the television set and watch Queen Elizabeth tour to crowds of adoring wanna-be subjects and the bamboozled press mob and I just don‘t get it.
But hey, folks can star fuck the Queen if they are so inclined.
This bitch doesn’t curtsy (wink).