posted on Apr, 12 2011 @ 11:19 PM
I am so looking forward to the Royal wedding, with myself, my wife and 2 daughters facing eviction by a criminal landlord, housing benefit changes
meaning I am now priced out of the already minute selection of properties available and will be socially cleansed into being forced into a nice run
down drug filled area as reward for myself being stuck on sickness benefits (the real sick, not the job dodging type).
While the country is on its backside and with no end in sight of the downward spiral I can sleep a little better at night knowing that as a 'favour'
Wills and his bird will ONLY be stealing 20 million pounds from tax payers for their charade spectacle of an arranged marriage.
While I am trying to budget in a couple of cheap charity shop items to put on my daughter I can feel a little more at ease knowing that the useless
pointless tourist attraction German invaders in their palaces will be having their bottoms wiped after eating a little too much caviare and ducks
liver pate washed down with over priced tipple.
I am so happy for them, I am not in the least annoyed that while gangs of chavs are mugging people in the streets due to lack of policing their will
be no expense spared on making sure nobody is allowed to fart in the wrong direction within 50 miles of the future pointless crown wearing moron and
his future wife who better not upset the biggest waste of space family of spongers in the country lest she end up smashed in a Paris tunnel too.
When Americans (and other foreigners) make the mistake that all Brits give a flying fig about the royals or a monarchy system I find it difficult to
refrain from pointing out the irony that the only place they seem to want to visit is London (horrible grey busy filthy city), visit Buck palace and
seem to give a damn about these morons in crowns and their snobbery tabloid attention whoring much more than any Brit I know.
Meanwhile when Will is putting on his murdered mothers ring onto his selected silver spoon brides finger I will most likely be sat in a homeless
hostel ready to be herded like cattle into the nearest run down estate.
My lack of drinking, smoking, drug abuse, criminal record and refraining from being a problem to anybody was so worth it, karma doesn't exist, I am
proof of that.