We’ve all heard the story of Marie Antoinette. When told that the French people did not have bread, she said: “Let them eat cake.”
The story may or may not be true. I never thought it mattered if she actually said that. The important thing is that it’s exactly the sort of thing she would have said. It might not be factual but it’s certainly truthful. The French people, to their everlasting credit, chopped her head off.
Not because of her ignorance but because it coexisted with things like what Charles Dickens describes in his Tale of Two Cities:
France, less favoured on the whole as to matters spiritual than her sister of the shield and trident, rolled with exceeding smoothness down hill, making paper money and spending it. Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained herself, besides, with such humane achievements as sentencing a youth to have his hands cut off, his tongue torn out with pincers, and his body burned alive, because he had not kneeled down in the rain to do honour to a dirty procession of monks which passed within his view, at a distance of some fifty or sixty yards.
The best of times for some. The worst for others. And everything about to be turned around.
That book is from 1859 and it is about events in 1775. It is now 2011 and I am blogging about events that occurred in the last few days. About events that I am watching on my television even as I type this. About events in Bahrain. Where the ruling Al-Khalifa family, the so-called royals, massacred peaceful protesters in their sleep. Where, even now, they are killing more. Women and children. Struck down by live bullets.
Just as I am able to quickly write and post about these things, the Al-Khalifa family, many of whom are on twitter, can offer their comments. These would, perhaps, have made even Marie Antoinette blush. That might be why so many of these royal profiles were removed.
That the ruling elite of Bahrain has concerned itself with us, with our opinions, while it guns down its own people, speaks volumes.
The Princess describes herself thus: “Bio: Certified Princess, Bombshell, Fashionista, & Make Up Guru. Kim Kardashian’s Number One Fan.”
After her men opened fire on sleeping protesters, she had this to say.
Not only was she able to sleep soundly while her men murdered women and children, she is now laughing (out loud) that people are angry.
@ArabRevolution made a reply to her. (I have included another tweet from my timeline about what was happening at that very moment.)
Surprisingly, the princess replied to @ArabRevolution, which started a short and fascinating exchange. I retweeted it while it occurred, which is why I was able to take screenshots of the exchange today even though the Princess’s account is now private.
What is ArabRevolution asking her to judge?
It is this graphic picture of a protester who was murdered by her thugs.
I know it often bothers people when I post something like that. You have my apologies for disturbing your sensibilities. But I want to be very clear on something here: I did not do that to him. I did not have that man killed. He was killed on behalf of a certified princess, bombshell, fashionista, make up guru and Kim Kardashian’s number one fan.
If you are angry and disgusted, please save it for the ruling elite of Bahrain. If you think you should have been warned, imagine how surprised he and his family were.
That is just what all the glory and splendor of royalty really looks like.
And what did the Princess have to say when that was sent to her and she was asked for a simple tweet to condemn this murder?
She responded to a tweet from another royal who said “Sooo . . . Hmmm.. CHANGE THE SUBJECT. What’s your favorite color. Let me know.”
Laughing Out Loud.
If only it ended there . . .
Toronto fashion blogger, Kevin Nauls, insulted the punctuation of the royal who calls himself boodisux and, in particular, his habit of substituting the letter S with a dollar sign. This inspired another member of the ruling elite to jump into the conversation.
JuJuWR who describes herself as “Bondafied Senorita, Art Fanatic, Fashionista, Earth is My PlayGround .. Live the Life You Love and Love the Life Your Live -young girl – collie buddz” took great offence.
Breeyn McCarney took screenshots.
Kevin’s tweets are, sadly, not included. I will give you my word that he was polite and civil throughout. More so than I could have been. Which is actually why I did not jump into the conversation.
You can click on any of these pictures for a larger image.
By now, it should be pretty clear what the people of Bahrain are upset about. Could you imagine being ruled by these pompous twits?
It must sting. Being insulted by the common people. It must hurt. Being made fun of by the likes of us. We, who must obey the protocol and avert our eyes. We, who must cower, crawl and beg before crown, baton and bullet. It must really hurt her feelings. My heart bleeds for her.
So did that fellow’s head.
JuJuWR, like many of Bahrain’s elite, spends a great deal of time attacking New York Times columnist and two time Pulitzer winner, Nicholas Kristof.
They have even accused him of supporting the protesters with weapons and are attempting to have him removed from the country. These people are liars, flakes and nutcases. They are vapid, savage animals.
The next day, I congratulated Kevin on his restraint in dealing with these lunatics and said, as I often do, that the best royal is one who has had its head chopped off.
To my surprise, a member of Bahrain’s royal family busied himself with the opinion of foreign plebes rather than the murder and torturing of his own people.
Really, the fellow should have asked if I cared.
I do not care about how murderers act or live in the years leading up to their murders. I do not care about the feelings of royalty. Their privileges are sucked from the pockets of working people. They exist off the proceeds of organized, monopolized violence.
Their privileges come with a price. That price is their heads. If they are unwilling to pay it they can always abdicate their title and fuck off. While I will talk about a royal, I will not demean myself by speaking to a royal.
Not until they remove that ridiculous crown.
This royal twit stopped begging for my attention and approval. Stopped pleading to be understood and liked. Stopped pretending that if I only knew the details of his young life, I would feel differently about his head’s attachment to his neck.
I would not.
To which, I would only add that they never constitutionally neuter themselves. That must be done for them
I wish the people of Bahrain the best of luck.
Off with their heads.