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Stevie and the Queen

It’s bad enough that I have to watch English People dancing off beat to Stevie, which for African Americans is blasphemy, but he is there celebrating the Queen of England’s 60th anniversary on the throne.

Now, I like Queen Elizabeth.  I really do.  She seems to be a sweet old lady and the class act of that family.  However, how am I supposed to glorify the descendants of the most evil regime the world has ever known?  I find it ridiculous that these people have slightly less money than the lady that created Harry Potter.  I don’t even mess with Harry Potter but I know that shit is big.  All the imperials brought us is oppression and greed and they haven’t been able to do that in the last 50 years or so yet they are still banking off their run at ruling the world.
The only thing that makes the English empire look good is that they are in driving distance to Germany.  Like a lot of hood niggas, the first thing I think of when I think about Europe is WWII.  The first thing I think about WWII is Nazis.  I’ll give the English some credit, they were in to screwing everybody, not that singularly directed evil that the Nazis had going on.  It gives them right to claim that they weren’t out for any evil, they just happened to be the world’s most prolific jackasses.

Maybe I am a little biased.  I’m Black, American and a little Irish.  There are a few brothers in jolly old England (Shout out to my big brother and Ashley Cole) but it isn’t exactly a place brothers are known for hanging.  As an American, not only did we have to fight to get the English off our backs, but we picked up all of her bad habits afterwards.  The whole manifest destiny, killing Indians and enslaving Negroes period, which defined early America, we learned from our mother, the good old U.K.  Then, there’s the land they set aside for killing, raping and stealing from that they would come to call Ireland.

I guess it is easy for some people to accept the idea of royalty.  I lends to the idea of a God given hierarchy, which is what most racism is based on.  The thought of someone being born of higher quality than another seems intuitively off to me but to think that a family full of inbreeds is the pinnacle of society, we should all either kill ourselves or find a way to keep these super people under wraps. 

But we’re not talking about super people.  We’re talking about the descendants and profiteers of a heartless empire.  Let’s not pretend they are great because they stayed rich and marry not so distant cousins.  And for crying out loud, don’t tell Stevie how terribly stuffy they looked while he was jamming.

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