In answer to the question everyone is asking this morning, no, I did not watch the WillsKate (or whatever they’re calling it) Wedding.  Really not much interested in all the “People’s Princess v. 2” ballyhoo.

Regular port-swillers might be somewhat surprised by this.  After all, anyone paying the slightest attention to my ramblings over the years might deduce (correctly) that I am both an Anglophile and a royalist.  So, what gives?

Well, I’ll tell you:  It’s more out of sadness at the current state of things than anything else.  The fact of the matter is that I am extremely gloomy about the future of the Sceptred Isle.   A pair of world wars and sixty-odd years of socialism kicked the stuffing out of her, and I am afraid that modern cultural nihilism and virulent, radicalized immigration will prove to be her death-knell.   As for the House of Windsor, I begin to think of its post-Elizabeth generations as being about as relevant as the last Emperors of Rome in the days before the Goths dissolved the Imperium.

Of course, I wish Prince William and Catherine all the best. (Indeed, I am far more interested in the actual marriage than I am in the wedding.)   And of course, I sincerely hope that I am quite wrong about the fate of the Kingdom.  In truth, I know next to nothing about William, apart from the fact that his father has permanently beclowned himself and his mother was a lunatic.   And I know nothing about Kate apart from the fact that in most photos she seems to be wearing too much mascara.  I certainly detest that plucky-middle-class-gal-to-shake-up-stuffy-royals meme floating about the intertoobs.   And I think that if the pair give into the temptation to try and cast themselves as the new, hip, relevant, 21st Century face of the Brit monarchy (living together all those years certainly doesn’t help), well, you may as well sell Buck House to the Hilton chain here and now, because that will be the end of things.

If Britain really wishes to survive, in my humble opinion, the first thing she has to do is to start believing in herself again.   And as the living embodiment of the Kingdom, the Monarchy has to do the same thing, not by blowing hither and yon in populist or multi-culti winds, but by returning to its core values: tradition, decorum, solidity.   Whether, when William eventually ascends, this pair can do so remains to be seen.

UPDATE: Your Quote of the Day:

Those who imagine that a politician would make a better figurehead than a hereditary monarch might perhaps make the acquaintance of more politicians.

– Margaret Thatcher

Take that, you Jacobin dogs!