There are a number news stories addressing the fact that ‘The Queen’ (Elizabeth of Britain) is celebrating 60 years on the throne this year. There are also a number of blog posts regarding this fact, and the fact that the Britain of 60 years ago is hardly the equivalent of the current state. In short, she is no longer Great.
My family genealogy takes me back to British History, in fact the family Coat-of-Arms shows three crosses, delineating (I’m told), the Guffaw family was in service of the Church in three Crusades. But much of this side of the family emanates from Ireland. (The other from Germany).
And my maternal side of the family is D.A.R. material, having fought against the British in The American Revolution. As previously recounted in these pages: Sybil Ludington
While I’m proud of my family’s heritage and history, proud of being of Irish, German and English stock, however, I am an American. Much to the dismay of a number of my friends who are anglophiles who are reveling in the current 60 year celebration of the Queen.
While perusing all the hubbub about this matter, I remembered an event years ago, when I was first working at TMCCC.
A female co-worker was quite emotional regarding the shocking loss of Princess Diana, and was going on-and-on about how sad the event was. The Princess was beautiful, she helped so many charities, yatta, yatta, yatta. While I recognized the loss, it was not as if she were an American icon, a Jackie Kennedy for example?
But, we read to our young children fairy tales about princesses, and set ourselves up for this anglomania, especially in our women, who remember the princess fantasies of childhood. And this attachment seems especially strong in our connection to Britain, rather than Monaco or some other European duchy.
I’m (in)famous in my small circle for opening my mouth and inserting
my foot both feet up to my knees. Repeatedly. I did not disappoint in this circumstance.
After seemingly endless hours of adulation for the Princess, I’d had enough. And I said, “I thought we fought a war to get away from those a$$7372s!” Which, of course, was true.
My timing might have been a bit off.
I was treated with icy silence the rest of the day by the person whom I offended. It was rude of me.
But I still don’t get the fascination with ‘The Royals’. In a Nation born of fighting them; to divorce ourselves of the class warfare embedded in Europe.
To be here, in the United States, 236 years after the Declaration of Independence, after freedom from the oppression of the ‘upper classes’ only to have it remanufactured by the so-called 99%, to promote Marxism and anarchy. Because that worked so well in Europe.
Looks like I put my feet in my mouth again…