Pip Pip for the Clueless One Percent

There actually are people celebrating the Queen's 90th Birthday.

Why? Because she's a symbol that Great Britain is still around, and you can still find old white women in silly hats?

In some affluent neighborhoods, old people seem to be enjoying their senility, content to putter in the garden, go walkies, collect silly things at charity shops and boot sales, and listen to speeches from that "lovely young man" Cameron, with the sound off.

How the FUCK can you be so out of touch with reality as to wave little flags, throw parties to honor "tradition," and NOT understand how no longer GREAT Great Britain is?

People talk about how the world's OK for the "very rich and the very poor." True enough. The rich have all they want, and the very poor get their welfare and are such brainless sheep, all they need is chocolates, Adele albums, comfortable shoes and a warm place to shit.

THESE are the idiots that buy little flags and stand out on the sidewalk to cheer ROYALS as they roll by in a motorcade.

America has a lot of affluent little towns where rich old people have gated communities, good police, and no colored faces except in uniform cleaning windows. To them, life is peaceful and good. But all they do is stay home and vote Republican. They go to church just as something to do, not because they believe in Jesus. If they were transplanted to England, they'd be like the coots and biddies who somehow equate their luck and prosperity with the QUEEN being on the throne. As if she does anything.

These people still think Terry-Thomas is alive? They see Susan Boyle and Adele on the telly and think all is well?

How ridiculous and nauseating to see fat bints dressed up in silly outfits and a bunch of selfish, self-satisfied old bitches and bastards smirk as they have their tea and cake and care nothing for the vast majority who SUFFER. There are plenty of old people barely getting by, and unable to get their meds or a wheelchair. Anyone remember that fucking Michael Caine movie about that?

These old people in Louth are wrapped in cotton and only read financial newspapers, and aren't being pushed on the sidewalk by chavs or having their homes invaded by pinheaded inbred cretins. They don't see dark faces or understand the dark horizon and how traditions are changing along with the actual climate.

How fortunate for these old-timers who remember Our Gracie and momentarily think Harold Wilson is still PM, that the immigrant savages don't have the money or transit to invade LOUTH. Some still live in a Lewis Carroll wonderland, and so they sip their tea, wave a silly paper flag and robustly cry out GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.