Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a very entitled son of a robber barron. His family had amassed great wealth and fortune through pillage, rape and conquest.
He had an idea. He thought there was even greater wealth and power to be had. He contacted other robber barons and sold them the idea. What’s in it for us they asked? Wait and see, he told them.
They came across to England, defeated all the armies put up against them, raped and pillaged, and laid claim to all the land. He crowned himself king.
The king took the lion’s share of England. He allowed the Church a good portion, for the church gave credence to the sovereignty of the king and also controlled the people and helped keep them subjugated in their place. The rest of the land the new king parcelled out to the robber barons who had supported him.
The people were allowed to live on the bits of land the king allowed just so long as they paid their taxes and caused no trouble.
With the taxes raised the king built castles and palaces, raised armies to extend his kingdom (venturing into Wales, Scotland and Ireland to pillage and rape), lived the life of Riley with fine clothes, feasts, festivals, fun and servants, and gave generously to his robber baron supporters.
Thus it went down the ages through succession, civil wars, canny marriages, warring excursions and the odd hiccup.
We arrive at the present day.
The Church owns .5% of Britain (with a couple of billion in real estate). Millions of acres were forcibly taken from it by Henry VIII during the Reformation.
The aristocracy owns 30%.
50% of Britain is owned by just 1% of the population.
So I suppose we have come a long way in taking our own land back – the land that was stolen from us by the robber barons hundreds of years ago – but we still have a way to go!
The church currently owns around 160,000 acres. The Royal Family own 320,000 acres. I would lay bets that this land does not mainly consist of mountains, bogs and marshes. I bet they make a tidy profit.
So this week we have the Royal Jubilee where we are supposed to give thanks to the heirs of the robber barons for kindly ruling over us, extracting tithes from us and allowing us to live. To this end, we wave flags, put up bunting, hold parties, buy a huge assortment of royal junk and sit for days to gawp at royalty.
Excuse me if I do not metaphorically doff my cap and celebrate.
15 thoughts on “Opher’s Jubilee Special”
That’s what the state does, Opher.
Oh, and the church.
But change is in the air.
Not sure that change is in the air, Neil. From the amount of bunting around I think people like being slaves.
They don’t know any better, yet. But why are the slave masters so concerned about “climate change?”
Because it is going to destroy the whole of their enterprise, that’s why!
You’re exactly right there, Opher. But the kind of “climate change” we need has nothing to do with temperature.
You are fixated on not believing in climate change Neil. But you are wrong about that. The elite might well be making capital out of it but, as a biologist, the evidence is all around us!!
Ah well, we’ll have to agree to disagree on that one for now.
But here’s what I spent my Jubilee Friday doing: http://www.honestcommonsense.co.uk/2022/06/harting-jubilee-festivities-june-3rd.html.
Lol – You’ll disagree until you’re chin deep in water Neil!
But you’re taller than I am, Opher, so if you’re right I’ll go before you!
Only 5′ 6″ – but I can walk with stilts!!
My cat Louis Catorze and I are currently hiding from the jubilee party taking place in the park across our street. (Catorze is the only member of the aristocracy for whom I have any time whatsoever.)
Fortunately it’s quiet round here! Regards to Catorze!!
Merci! Sa Maj bids you a friendly bonjour! 🌞 👑
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This is my jubilee effort!