I like King Charles. I visited him at Windsor Castle recently as Mrs Miller picked up a gong. The castle has been beautifully restored. It is full of treasures, looted from the Empire. There were no refreshments, only a porcelain water bowl for the guide dog of one of the honourees.
The King was charming, looking a little the worse for wear, perhaps. He graciously laughed at Mrs M’s joke. He’s a thoughtful guy. A little odd, which is no bad thing. But he seems to have gone completely doolally on his trip to Canada this week, where he opened Parliament with the most modern of empty gestures.
The King’s land acknowledgement will have pleased the Canadian blob. But it only reinforces the impression that he’s drunk the woke Kool-Aid
‘I would like to acknowledge that we are gathered on the unceded territory of the Algonquin Anishinaabeg people. This land acknowledgement is a recognition of shared history as a nation,’ he declared from the throne.
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