Wait! Now I See It! By Peter West
What’s all this doom and gloom stuff here, as if we and our culture are under attack? People must really be in a bad mood this week. Is it lack of sunlight and vitamin D in Melbourne? Or, is it just tin foil (or is it aluminium foil?) paranoia? In fact, the future is so bright that we will have to wear shades:
“The royal family is having quite the year. This spring brought the birth of Prince Louis and the wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle. Zara Tindall is due with her baby, the Queen’s great-grandchild, any day now, and Princess Eugenie, the daughter of Prince Andrew will wed her fiancé Jack Brooksbank in October. But another member of the royal family just shared he’ll be tying the knot before Eugenie walks down the aisle. The Queen’s third cousin once removed, Lord Ivar Mountbatten, has announced he will marry his longtime partner James Coyle this summer. It will mark the extended royal family’s first same-sex marriage. “We’ll be pronounced partners in marriage, but the ceremony itself will be very small. It’s just for the girls and close family and friends,” Coyle explained to the Daily Mail. …While Queen has yet to comment specifically on her relative’s wedding, she has made statements in support of LGBTQ rights in the U.K. in the past. “My government will make further progress to tackle the gender pay gap and discrimination against people on the basis of their race, faith, gender, disability, or sexual orientation,” she said during her speech at the State Opening of Parliament last summer.”
I, for one, are excited about the first Royal gay wedding and wish everybody well, especially in getting the cake baked. See, whatever is the problem? Everything is fine. Be happy; the times are a changing, as Bob Zimmerman said:
Should I wreck this nice sunny winter’s day by considering the latest from the Pope about the joys of migration? Of course not:
If old Nobel Prize Bob is a bit too nasal for your taste, then maybe Johnny Cash is more your man:
“There’s a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won’t be treated all the same
There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around.
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or, disappear into the potter’s ground?
When the Man comes around.”