De-Princed: Andy Gets the Royal Heave-Ho

 

by Pa Rock

Citizen Journalist

Great Britain and her former American colonies may have split the sheets a quarter of a millennium ago, but the two still have much in common:  our primary language, our ridiculous system of weights and measures,  and our seemingly endless fascination with useless figureheads.  The Brits have the Royal Family, primarily the late Queen's sad spawn and grandspawn, while the colonies (a.k.a. the United States) are saddled with the anything-to-make-a-buck Trumps.

To the Brits' credit, this week King Charles took action to remove one of the more twisted branches from his family's shrubbery.   The King divested his younger brother, Prince Andrew, of his titles and royal residence.  Andy lost his spot at the royal family's golden trough because of his former business and personal relationship with American pedophile predator Jeffrey Epstein.   Charles III, who has been King for over three years, had reportedly been under family pressure to remove Andy from the "Royal Lodge" next to Windsor Castle where the Prince and his former wife, Sarah Ferguson, had essentially been "squatting" for some time.  

This week King Charles finally responded by relieving his errant younger brother of his royal duties, and then a couple of days later saying that he was formally stripping  Andrew of his "Style, Titles, and Honours."  The titles included "Duke of York" and "Prince of the British Empire."  

Poor Andy had been evicted and de-princed. 

Tough luck, Old Bean.  If you had been fortunate enough to have been born in the colonies, you could have made obscene amounts of money based solely on your name and title, run around with scumballs like Jeffery Epstein,  dated underage girls to your heart's content, acquired many "wonderful secrets," and been elected President of the United States from either of our two main political parties!  

Good luck finding a caravan (mobile home) before winter sets in, Andy!   People standing in line at homeless shelters, soup kitchens, and food pantries on both sides of the Atlantic will be thinking of you and Sarah and wishing you, and themselves, a warm and safe place to sleep at night and a hot breakfast in the morning.

At least your kids are grown.

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