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- Thoughts on facing the quarter life crisis
- McKenzie awarded a grant to a gun club without disclosing she was a member
- If America implements a universal basic income, the working class will be short-changed
This morning, Prince William sensationally disowned his brother, which I believe to be a great shame, and a situation easily solved.
In Francis Ford Coppola’s supplementary ode to patriarchy and pasta fazool, The Godfather Part Two, Michael finds himself betrayed, after discovering that his brother, Fredo, sold him out because of a dizzy dame and/or family politics.
Amidst the revelry of the last Feliz ano nuevo of the Batista regime in Cuba (another betrayal), Michael tells Fredo that he’s somewhat disappointed in his choices, and a Christmas card would not be forthcoming.
This morning, I’m reminded of the Corleones, as another (no-less murderous) family has continued their squabble, with Prince William (the balding one) falling out with his sibling, believing that he and his wayward brother are now “separate entities”. William also disclosed to a friend (that ended up in the media, because of course) and feels that he could no longer put his arm around his brother, despite doing so for all their lives.
William also hoped that the royals could all play together “as a team”, which loudly spoke of the future, and the dour Christmas speeches to come. Through Willy’s prism, “the team”, operates on quiet racism, bullying and forcing all and sundry to turn up to events they really don’t want to, which sounds very much like every family dynamic north and south of the harbour.
I don’t want to editorialise here, but I believe growing up in the restrictive conditions of royalty has left them totally unprepared for solving problems within the family dynamic.
I don’t want to editorialise here, but I believe growing up in the restrictive conditions of royalty has left them totally unprepared for solving real problems within the family dynamic.
As the eldest brother of three, I know that conflict can only be occasionally resolved via a punch-up on the trampoline, or a cricket stump thrust into their bicycle spokes. After all, that brand of constant conflict breeds loyalty, and one could readily imagine if that was the case, William would have defended his brother’s choice (and/or perhaps protested the bullying more fervently) instead of siding with management.
According to reputable sources, The Queen, Charles and Willy want “a workable plan as soon as possible to contain the crisis and prevent it festering.”
On the other side of the fence, Harry and Meghan also hope talks can be concluded “sooner rather than later”, according to a source. “It’s in everyone’s interest this can be figured out, and figured out quickly, but not at the expense of the outcome,” the source disclosed to The Guardian.
Sadly, what we have is a disintegrating union, one that has a global audience. We all want this union to become unglued (especially the British tabloids), but at the kernel of the issue is something wholely understandable. Can one throw the yoke off an obviously toxic family, and what becomes of those left behind? Moreover, where does your responsibility to care end?
Clearly, Liz and Charles will eventually shuffle loose the mortal coil, leaving William in charge. But what happens then? An awkward reconciliatory Christmas lunch in 2063 with the posh brother from Englandland and American that ruined everything?
Will Harry then take William by the lip and the ear and admit that he broke his heart, and indeed, that he’s now a brother in name only?