Princess Diana
I still remember where I was when I heard that Princess Diana had died
in a car accident. I was at a start-of-school party at the Tri-Gam
house, sitting on the front porch enjoying a beer and smoking my pipe
when Kevin Craig ran out shouting Princess Diana just died!
My
response? Good riddance to bad rubbish.
She was an adultress and an accomplice to treason (sleeping with the Princess of Wales has been high treason since 1351). That wouldn’t have been so bad, but she was indiscreet, which is worse. After her divorce, she entertained New Age gurus and was thoroughly unrespectable, finally ending up involved with a department store owner’s son.
The massive maudlin display of grief on her death is yet another indication that England has fallen quite far from the nation which ruled the waves and on whose empire the sun never set.
