Showing posts with label Prince Harry. Royal Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prince Harry. Royal Family. Show all posts

01/03/2008

Harry, the blood-drenched hero of Helmand

Your print off and keep poster of Hero Harry (click to enlarge)

‘PRINCE Harry’s army comrades hoisted him on their shoulders after learning he was being withdrawn from Afghanistan yesterday – singing: “He’s ginge, he’s loud, he’s done us f****** proud.”


‘Emotional squaddies who had fought side-by-side with the hero royal during his ten-week frontline tour continued: “He’s here, he’s mean, his gran’s the f****** Queen. Nice one Harry.”’ (The Sun yesterday)


The Sun, in 11 pages of sycophantic coverage of the Harry the hero of Helmand story (inclusive of a pull-out poster), proudly reported yesterday that Harry had killed 30 Taliban fighters - a far cry from his earlier comments, when the press reported his words on hearing he was being posted to Iraq: ”I’m shitting myself”.


The Sun was not alone in prostrating itself in front of this blood-soaked parasite, the servility was ubiquitous: The Dailly Mail gave ten pages to the story, Daily Star (5 pages), Daily Express (10 pages), Daily Mirror (14 pages), Daily Telegraph (5 pages), The Times (7 pages). How much of this coverage of Harry’s exploits was given over to the millions killed as a direct result of the post 9-11 invasion of Afghanistan, or to the real reason that country was invaded – oil? What, you really need me to answer this for you? A cursory look at The Sun’s coverage would suggest the whole “Harry in Afghanistan” thing was stage managed; one huge photo-posing opportunity to boost the popularity of the royals and to gauge public support for what is becoming a very unpopular war.


Thirty deaths, Harry? Well done! But...how the hell do you know it was thirty? Did you run over and count the blood-stained corpses and say “this one’s mine, that too…?” Thirty? I wonder how many widows and orphans that means?


Did you kill them in hand-to-hand combat? No – in any such fight any one of that thirty would have torn you a new arse. Your killing was done long distance, with a machine gun and whilst you and your comrades-in-arms were better fed, better trained and much better equipped and no doubt outnumbering the enemy. Seriously, does anyone think you would have been allowed into any conflict situation where the odds were not stacked 100-1 in your favour? Bollocks!


So he’s back home, because he is now a target for the enemy, his cover blown. Whoa, is this not an occupational hazard of a soldier – to kill or be killed?


Undoubtedly, the standing of the royal family has received a huge boost thanks to Harry’s killing spree in poverty-stricken Afghanistan, and no doubt postal workers will be giving themselves hernias humping the postal bags up to Buck House, cram-packed with fawning and congratulatory letters from Britain’s ageing royalist population who have swallowed all the shite about Harry fighting for freedom and democracy.


Yup, this site is not only against war, and waste and want, it's against royalty. But unlike many anarchist and lefty sites, it does not see the royal debate as simply meaning “do we shoot them or do we hang them?" Neither does this site campaign for the abolition of the monarchy as if this was a single issue worth one millilitre of workers' sweat. Class Warfare takes a more considered view, recognising that if the monarchy were to go we would merely carry on living in a republic as wage slaves, every aspect of our lives subordinated to the priorities of the profit system.


That there are many prepared to support this outmoded institution is the problem (checkout the picky at the end of this posting, one of many The Sun has on its website…nauseating!). That there are members of the working class prepared to accept unearned privilege and its necessary opposite undeserved poverty, prepared to defend and support a symbol of power and hierarchy, prepared to demand that their fellows share these submissive values, shows how collectively immature we are as a class, and the real battle facing socialists. If we truly respected ourselves, our class, there would be no question over whether or not to kowtow to the House of Windsor.


A thousand years or robbery and butchery by their ancestors have placed the royal family at the top of the social pile – the great-great-offspring of the biggest bunch of murdering thugs who ever walked. A thousand years of revelling in the brute force allowed them by society where the art of being human was underdeveloped. That the descendants of bloody sword-arm rule are still in place shows that the process of social development is still incomplete.


To this day, the symbols of monarchy - the ermine, the mace and the fabulous diamond-encrusted crowns - are merely echoes of the warlord-plunder origins of the institution. Deprived of any real power these days, they serve instead as part of the vast machinery promoting the ideas of hierarchy, leadership and subservience in ways far more effective than Orwell could have imagined. A machine designed to enforce the subordination of the vast majority to the tiny privileged minority!


In ancient Rome they had bread and circuses to do that; pleasing the populace by keeping stomachs full and seeing people in the arena being worse off than themselves. Today we have the dole and monarchy placating the crowds with a TV to see people better off than themselves.


The monarchy is the capstone in the arch of power. The pinnacle of the greasy pole which little leader-wannabes climb in admiration, desiring to be like them. Each one waits their turn patiently, for a fleeting moment of recognition by the paragon of leadership. We are taught from childhood to look upon the monarchy as a mirror of ourselves, reflecting virtue, honour and duty;
when, in fact, it is a fun-house mirror that makes us look like pygmies.


The real issue is not one about whether we are for or against the monarchy, but rather whether we are for or against ourselves, our class; whether we are pathetic sheep that need leaders and monarchs to look up to, because we are so unsure of ourselves and our worth. A little, perhaps a lot, of maturity is needed; time to discuss how we can run our own lives for ourselves, without leaving it to others. And when that happens, when that maturity comes, we together will run past the monarchy like a juggernaut, ignoring it for the miserable and anachronistic side show that it is. Then we will have mastered the art of being human.

31/10/2007

Rich Parasite Kills Again?

Harry turns up at a shoot at Sandringham a tad overdressed



Prince “I’m shitting myself” Harry* is once again in the news and by all counts trying to emulate his trigger-happy grandpa. Most papers today report on an incident last week at the royal family’s Sandringham estate when a witness - a member of staff from Natural England - saw two hen harriers being blasted out of the sky. It turns out the only two people out shooting that day on the estate were Harry and one of his rich pals.

There are only 20 such birds in England. They are an endangered species and protected by legislation and shooting them can be punishable by 6 months in jail or a £5,000 fine.

As it happens, the police were called and questioned Harry and his pal and left convinced they had nothing to do with the incident – yeah, and there’s a fairy at the bottom of my friggin’ garden too.

A RSPB spokesperson said that hen harriers are Britain’s most persecuted bird of prey and were often shot by gamekeepers because they feed on game birds such as pheasants and grouse being reared for shoots…The population should be ten times higher than it is."

Whoa, just hold on a sec! Hen harriers feed on grouse and peasants, which just so happen to be the creatures the royals get the most fun out of killing? These are the birds the royals enjoy blowing out of the sky during their shooting parties a hundred at a time? Christ, there’s enough circumstantial evidence there to bang Harry up for two six month stretches back to back! The working class have been imprisoned, even executed, on far flimsier evidence.

But I reckon killing a bird is no big deal for the royals. As I write they are wining and dining with the Saudi royal family (see yesterday’s post) who run one of the most inhumane regimes in the world and no doubt exchanging anecdotes. And it doesn't seem that long ago that the royals had another rare bird bumped off - Diana!

Back to Gramps - as president of the World Wildlife Fund he is on record as demonstrating his commitment to the preservation of fauna by having slain literally thousands upon thousands of birds and animals - tigers, crocodiles, wild boars (once 50 in a day) and deer, to name just a few.

And, still on the subject, Prince William has also exhibited his penchant for shooting at anything that moves. Go back to July of 2001 and William, on one of his strenuous overseas visits, was pointed out a protected species of ibis flying over head. Just like gramps, his inbred reaction was to reach for a gun and shoot the poor creature dead, no questions asked, thereby showing that both stupidity and bloodthirsty sadism runs in the family, every bit as much as noses.

* I’m shitting myself”: These were the words Harry confided in to a pal of his when he was told he was to be sent to Iraq with his regiment.


20/01/2005

Prince Harry

Sent to the Shields Gazette, 20/01/05

Dear Sir,


With the "Prince Harry the Nazi" story still making the news, what is noticeably absent from the debate about whether Harry was right, wrong or silly to wear a Nazi uniform, is that pertaining to the very existence of the Royal Family. It is taken for granted that we have one, we need one, they have always been there etc.


In truth, the sole purpose of this parasitical and unscrupulous family is to serve as a repository for ‘history’ and ‘tradition’, which of course provides the glaring iniquities of capitalism with some form of moral authority.


Honestly considered, the contribution made to society by Harry and his greedy and insensitive clan is zilch. Each one is happy to consume in a day as much resources and commodities as 100 members of the working class, indeed 10000 times as much as a small African village. Yet we are encouraged to bow with suppliant’s before this bunch of indifferent, self-seeking leaches like imbeciles, crying and sobbing at their misfortune, debating their transgressions, negligent of the immense global suffering of our own class?


What real loss to society would there be if the entire House of Windsor was abolished overnight? None. Though I would certainly not oppose the abolition of the monarchy, I would hardly find much to celebrate. For we would simply exist in a republic as wage slaves, every aspect of our lives still subordinated to the worst excesses of the profit system.


One thing is certain, however. If the injustices that plague our world were given one tenth the media coverage afforded royal gaffes, then the case for world socialism would have been well publicised and our ranks greatly swollen, and real injustice would at last be nearer a solution.
Yours,
John B