The Queen has been not just silent but almost invisible these last few days. There was a picture of her in a hat, doing something or other, but that was it. When the coming election has wiped the floor with everyone else, and Broon is @all we need@, where does the current Head of State fit in?
I despise conspiracy theorists, and those who know my rants about the nine-elevenists (I am told by a farmer here that they now call themselves “Truthers” – a hitherto unexampled stretching of wicked pride and hubristic narcissism till it creaks at the seams) but has the Queen done some sort of deal?
The English nation has always been quite pragmatic about head-of-stateness. Perhaps liberalism came into the world here, because we always in our hearts knew that the HoS was just that, a sort of totem, which could be raised, cast down, repainted, changed, pushed about sort of how we wanted. As it should be. We employ it, not it us. If the State’s going to become less imortant here, what sort of HoS does it need?
Hartlepool wisely elected a monkey, I believe, as mayor.