The Archbishop of Canterbury, a Man With a Beard who actually has a beard, has asked the nation to pray to his God for the main participants in the forthcoming Windsor-Middleton wedding which the media has persuaded half the planet to treat as a Great Event.
Quite why I should want to pray to the Sky Fairy for an extremely rich bloke and the rich bride-to-be who has elected to join his freeloading family, I haven’t the foggiest. I refuse to show these bloodsuckers any more deference than that they’re due by virtue of being human beings. The groom comes from a family of parasites most1 of whom have never done an honest day’s work in their lives and sponge off the rest of us in order to fund their lavish lifestyles. Why on Earth should I be expected to pray2 for them?
1 One or two of them do seem to work quite hard although whether what they work quite hard at is worth all the money spent on them is open to question. The rest just seem to spend their time flitting from one expensive home to another, having parties and swanning around in state-owned helicopters.
2 Assuming there was anything to pray to in the first place, of course.
Posted 22 April 2011, 04:29 BST