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Uniforms, Kings, and Queens the English Love Them All
Fuck That it’s Cannon Fodder for the Nationalists
Like everybody else in the UK now, I am in a period of involuntary enforced mourning for a monarch I have never believed in. I’ve been forced to sing about her all my livelong days in a national anthem that I’ve never liked., nor were ever likely to, but we’ve been sentenced to ten days of this and after the new king has deigned to give us a bank holiday.
How can people queue up in their thousands to cry and worship a dead person who they had never met in person? Is it part of disciplining people into uniformity to keep us institutionalized because that is what the UK feels like right now, an Institution that we’ve all been sentenced to.
I’m not against national anthems, but I did find it strange when we used to have to get dressed in a uniform and sing it while waving a flag, then pray against other nations who did the same thing.
As a Boy Scout, at school, or in the Boy’s Brigade, we were all made to wear a uniform and march up and down singing anthems or banging drums. Even when in the St. John’s Ambulance Brigade as a teen, we seemed to spend more time marching in the school playground than learning how to dress a wound or tie a sling. What is it about indoctrinating others to do your…
