The royal bloody wedding

Wabbit thought his Gecko had more sense, but even she has been watching the cringe-worthy spectacle. And since we’re in a motel room, it’s impossible to avoid it. To avoid the squealing , mindless sycophants..the sickening Brit smugness over a few effing horses and ancient carriages. The mindless adoration of the one institution which could have arrested Britain’s decline into an irrelevant third-tier power and haven for third world primitives–and didn’t.
Spare me the drivel about the Queen’s requirement to remain aloof from politics–if she can’t speak up when a country is being destroyed, then of what effing use is she and the rest of her family?
*puke*