Thingabouts: a Royal Wedding
As far as royal weddings go I couldn't care less, and assumed most people in this country felt the same. This impression has been easy to sustain as, not owning a TV, I've been spared the royal wedding gossip that has surely taken over the gogglebox in the last month. For the public holiday on Friday I had hoped to be on Ailsa Craig. But due to circumstances outwith my control, we were in Moray on the big day, and I was surprised at the amount of bunting and flags on display. But of course! For the fairer sex weddings are like catnip, and a royal one is the football World Cup of weddings. I even saw this cute sand sculpture on the beach at Cullen:
And though I am as apathetic about royal weddings as anyone, my feelings about the monarchy are more subtle. An unelected, hereditary, first-born male head of state - banned by law from being Catholic (though curiously not of any other faith) - is logically indefensible. Surely a republic of some kind is the obvious answer. But before ditching the monarchy, a moment's thought about the alternative makes you pause. For every Mandela, there are a dozen Putins, yet both were elected heads of state. Is the monarchy so bad after all, given that the alternative might be worse? After all, the last time we got rid of the king, we ended up with a theocratic dictatorship of Oliver Cromwell's English roundheads, who banned music and dancing. So until such times as a dramatic change in our constitutional situation, or unacceptable meddling in politics, I am minded to leave the royals and all their alien pomp be. In the words of this thingabout (a verse style invented by Edinburgh-based artist Robert Crozier):
The thing about our parliament?
The truth's not quite self-evident.
Indeed, we have no president,
no bill of rights or amendment,
just ancient rite and sentiment.
This clearly leads to discontent.
Republican! Before you vent
on perfect forms of government:
think first round Cromwell's heads of steel,
who rhythm barred for an ideal.
And though I am as apathetic about royal weddings as anyone, my feelings about the monarchy are more subtle. An unelected, hereditary, first-born male head of state - banned by law from being Catholic (though curiously not of any other faith) - is logically indefensible. Surely a republic of some kind is the obvious answer. But before ditching the monarchy, a moment's thought about the alternative makes you pause. For every Mandela, there are a dozen Putins, yet both were elected heads of state. Is the monarchy so bad after all, given that the alternative might be worse? After all, the last time we got rid of the king, we ended up with a theocratic dictatorship of Oliver Cromwell's English roundheads, who banned music and dancing. So until such times as a dramatic change in our constitutional situation, or unacceptable meddling in politics, I am minded to leave the royals and all their alien pomp be. In the words of this thingabout (a verse style invented by Edinburgh-based artist Robert Crozier):
The thing about our parliament?
The truth's not quite self-evident.
Indeed, we have no president,
no bill of rights or amendment,
just ancient rite and sentiment.
This clearly leads to discontent.
Republican! Before you vent
on perfect forms of government:
think first round Cromwell's heads of steel,
who rhythm barred for an ideal.
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