The Celeb Game
Only last week, I mentioned the dubbing of William Windsor and his missus as “Mr. & Mrs. Wales. It was a complete misnomer on the part of the media.
That media is tightly controlled so that it protects the status quo and allows Those-Who-Know-What’s-Best-For-Us to fill our minds with all sorts of untruths so that we do not rebel.
English “royalty” are treated as celebrities these days. Those with vested interests in preserving the English monarchy have always used tricks of the trade to keep that monarchy popular.
Now, the man who is called – and calls himself – “The Prince of Wales” has been seen clowning around pretending to be a weather-presenter on telly. Alas, the sheeple have been conditioned to find such silliness amusing and, seeing his antics, believe that “he’s just like us”.
Charles Windsor is said to own large chunks of Wales. I suppose, as his title may indicate, he earned the money to buy those pieces of our land by working long, sweaty hours down our pits or in our steelworks (when Wales had such things).
And, when our nation celebrates the Jubilee of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second (of England) shortly, perhaps we should ask – while the street-parties are going on – just how did theWindsors get their jobs?
It certainly wasn’t by being successful at a job interview – nor by winning a free and democratic election.
What – me writing about Mother Nature and her works?! I’m usually content with wandering through this beautiful land of ours and just absorbing its magic. I do not class myself as any sort of naturalist.
But I was so please to hear of the hatching of an osprey chick up there in the Glaslyn Valley. I’m told that there was but one pair of ospreys left in the whole of Britain at the start of the last century. Careful conservation has helped them recover.
The same recovery – on a slightly smaller scale, perhaps – has happened with the red-kite. Thirty years ago, the kite population had dwindled to less than thirty breeding pairs. Again, conservationists have managed to restore their numbers and, once upon a time, Royal Marines were enlisted to prevent poachers from stealing kite eggs to sell to Middle-Eastern potentates. These days, I would be surprised to travel through Mid-Wales without seeing a few kites wheeling about the sky.
I mention this because I believe we should all play our part in helping Mother Nature in her work. A simple way would be to drop less litter, for instance, or to drive a little slower so that we might avoid killing wildlife.