Interesting aint it?
Over the last few months while there has been
intermittent interest in the Qatar mass crime event (sorry – the football world
cup) – the equally hideous reports of (then) Prince Charles, now King Charles
III and his guzzling of Qatar millions conveniently evaporated from the
consciousness of the UK media.
As I said in a letter to editors yesterday –
Presumably – now the Qatar World Cup men’s final is
over, the media might go back to pretending they care about the dead, abused
and exploited workers on whose misery the football stadiums were built.
Just joking!
Of course there is now another Qatari ‘cash
converter’ – Greek MEP Eva Kaili caught doing Qatar’s bidding for Q.cash.
The person who seems to have slipped the memories of
the press, commentators and broadcast media this Christmas is cantankerous king
Charles.
If it weren’t for the bitching and whining about the
couple who fled institutional abuse (for not toeing the line) and, in Meghan's case, racism and extreme misogyny, they could claim they’re just
not that interested in a defunct, dysfunctional, expensive,
past-its-sell-by-date, inbred institution. But they clearly are.
So, when it comes to Qatari cash converters, where
are all the questions related Charlies’ Q.cash? Where are the enquiries into the millions he
accepted in shopping bags (how pedestrian) along with the questions about FIFA
and the MEP?
I hope those of you watching chump Charlie doing his
first Christmas speech this year, to a bemused nation and an increasingly
disinclined commonwealth, will consider a few things; his abusive act of marrying a
young woman he knew he didn’t love while carrying on with the woman he did (that would be Camilla who just hosted the two worst Meghan abusers - Clarkson and Morgan for lunch) and his whining and bitching (the pen that didn’t work – the wife who was
too slow leaving an event he’d had enough of) and the scuttling off to his Scottish estate in breach of covid rules. I mean he’s not exactly his granny,
sticking around during The Blitz is he? Charles Mountbatten Windsor is much more
like Prince Prospero in Edgar Allan Poe’s - The
Marque of the Red Death - minus the colourful personality.
No, consider that all the above is paid for out of
the public purse and he also has the ill-gotten gains of centuries but it’s
still not enough. He covets bags of Qatari cash.
Happy Christmas.
Back in January.
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