In the trenches of blighty, the enforced mourning is exhausting.
Across billboards and headlines we are told that we must feel deeply devastated about the death of an elderly women who lived a very long, comfortable and privileged life at the expense of the general public.
For those of us in genpop who are generally against modern serfdom as a lifestyle choice, the past ten days of state-created grief feels like being an extra in a satire sketch from the eighties.
From day one the relentless imposed grief and guilt began with mandatory cancellations of events (Football not cricket), comedies removed from the BBC, Parliament Suspended, closures of food banks, emergency Cost of Living crisis budget postponed but the removals of bankers bonus cap pushed through.
189,484 people have died from Covid in the UK in the past two years. The death toll is higher than the UKs entire civilian death toll in World War II, and twice the number that were killed in the 1940-41 Blitz bombing campaign. How can it be that all those lives lost did not warrant national mourning? Why was collective grief gaslit away? Not even a stone memorial to mark the many loved ones lost, the many preventable deaths chalked up as collateral damage of a negligent government.
And the people will pay for the ten days of pomp and circumstance that will run into millions for one person’s funeral. One person whose estate could afford to pay those millions several times over. Yet many who can’t afford to heat their homes believe it’s their civic duty to pay for the funeral of a billionaire they have never met.
At a time when British households face a cost of living crisis.
Many speak of the Queen as a “grandmother”, a benevolent force preceding over their lives, a fantastical projection which reflects little of the reality of a Monarch.
Many speak out, but in the name of free speech and decency any talk of a democratically elected head of state is seen to breech the peace. Even a silent act such as holding a blank piece of paper criminalised.
The psychosis of “Monarchy” extends to forced mourning by previous colonies.
Four days before the Queen passed away, another Briton died. A premature death of a soon to be father, shot in the head by a police officer at 24 years of age. Kaba became another victim of a systemically racist and morally corrupt police service whose origins story heavily features colonial rule and violent suppression.
In a week two deaths, one of a young man with his life ahead of him the other a 96 year old who lived a a full and gilded life that only a handful of people on the planet will ever experience.
We are told that one is a national tragedy.
And then there’s the queue..
God save the people.
God save our sanity.