All that most people know about Prince Charles is he's the inbred idiot git with the giant ears.
The one who was so boring, Diana was slutting it with ethnic slime of the worst type, and lowlife menials who read D.H. Lawrence books about how horse shit smell and callused fingers turns on the ladies, etc.
And yes, they know that his embarrassing craving for ugly albino prunes led to his gruesome partnership with Camilla "Toilet" Bowles, a woman who looks like she got a face transplant from Margaret Rutherford's vagina.
Oh, and Prince Charles is a good sport who liked The Goons. Darn nice of him.
You'd think he'd just stay out of the way, become King eventually, and stay out of the way some more. But every now and then, he seems to decide he has to try and "do" something to show he's got his eye out for the common man.
Judging from Camilla, he's had both his eyes out, and is completely blind.
It turns out, he's (allegedly) some kind of Renaissance man. In other words, he's jerked off to pix of Annie Haslam. That's Annie Haslam from 40 years ago.
As you see, he designed a douche bag hat for Camilla. Any time her leaky twat begins to offend, and cause horses in the local stable to bang their heads against the walls, she can pull off the douche bag, go to a horse trough, fill up, and give a royal flush.
Charles is so creative he also re-configured Camilla's pubic hair. He trimmed it into a kind of grey horseshoe, which he re-named "The Duchess of Cornwall In." He's the only one who goes in, of course. Not even the town drunk on a pub crawl would go near THAT. In fact, "Ozzy" Osbourne died of asphyxiation trying. Yes, it takes a town drunk operating in a place the size of Grimsby, to do something THAT stupid.
Mostly, Prince Charles himself doesn't even fuck Camilla's twat. He goes up the arse, or the "corn walls," as he calls them. It's hard to clean the shit off his dick after that, which is why Elizabeth (who is used to be called Number Two) doesn't want him anywhere near her apartment. Or "Queen Mother Square" as it's called.
What IS the point of this blog post, you might ask? Well, bloggers are often the only truth-tellers. The media can be bought and silenced. They won't talk about the latest corrupt scheme of a President or Senator. They gloss over some stupid publicity-seeking stunt from a git like Prince Charles, and don't mention the hidden costs or the ego trip involved. They even give an idiot like Camoron headlines about how he's distantly related to Kim Kuntrashian, instead of exposing what he's done wrong as Prime Minister.
It's up to bloggers to point out injustices, which can range from having a low-life corrupt mayor who sleeps most of the day and gives six-figure jobs to friends of his ugly ape wife, to creepy Camoron, who allows Muslim murderers to come into the country but instead badgers, well, badgers. And worse. Charles Dickens couldn't write up a villain who is so heartless to the handicapped as Camoron is. His administration of petty bureaucrats are the type to tell a legless person, "Stand in line at 9am, and we'll see you, oh, around 3pm." And then cancel the welfare interview while the person is still standing on line: "Sorry, come back tomorrow, and be prompt! PS, from what I see, your benefits will be denied, as you haven't a leg to stand on!"
All over the world, we have to rely on bloggers to let us know who the real heroes and villains are. It's up to the bloggers, who live day to day under mayors, senators, presidents, prime ministers and kings, to tell us "don't believe the hype." It's also helpful when real documentary journalists SHOW us the truth, but even they can slant things. Michael Moore, for example, slanted "Sicko" to make it seem England has the most brilliant health care program in the world, and that everyone in England is ecstatic about it. NO, that is NOT SO. That he made it seem better just to shame American lawmakers is not such a great excuse.
In the end, we must not ever lose sight of what we want from our leaders, which is truth and justice. The truth is, Camilla is one ugly old bitch. Justice would be if she stopped being seen in public, cracking camera lenses.
Is it noble of Prince Charles to build a structure (with his own money? at a fair price on the taxpayer dollar?) and then insist that it be named after his fetid some-time dick holster? Or should he give the honor to someone more worthy, like Spike Milligan?
It's ok to design a douche bag and name it for the Grand Douchess of Cornwall, but an office building, home, graveyard or brewery?
How about The Spike Milligan Pub? The Spike Milligan Cemetery? "Here in Poundbury, pound down a few pints at the Spike Milligan Pub, and when you drop dead, get buried in Poundbury's Spike Milligan Cemetery! SAPRISTI!"