Edward VII attends the yachting races
in 1904 in Kiel, which are held for a week in June. He and Alexandra are warmly greeted by the German Emperor.
Prince Harry taking time off from the front line to play soccer with his fellow soldiers in Afghanistan. Photo AP.
Say what you will about the British, but they do know how to show up for things, especially a War. I think we can all agree, if the Twins had been forced to do their part for the country and put themselves out there (photographically speaking at least, if not literarlly) in the trenches with the troops, how differently we might be feeling about the progress being made in the War on Terror and the sacrifice of the common people who don't have the option of staying home and being a guest on Ellen. Does anyone else recall seeing pictures of the young Princess Elizabeth in uniform, preparing to serve her nation in the darkest hours of the Battle of Britain? Like Grandma like Grandson. I'm just saying.
Stay tuned for a future, "We Were There" episode, in which Nelly and Pippa do the Blitz.
On the other hand, and to be fair, let's keep in mind the rumors of a White House wedding before the current residents take their final bow (provided, of course, that some awful terrorist "incident" does not necessitate the declaration of martial law, the suspension of free elections and the "indefinite" reign of the current Junta).
Of course, Edward VII did not see War; he signed the Entente Cordiale agreements (in 1904) which committed everybody to one, but that's not quite the same thing. He was simply trying to outmaneuver Germany. And let us not forget, we're talking about his cousins. You know how personal things can get when family's involved. Still, he died before War broke out.
I was explaining this to ARH just yesterday at the Starbucks on Santa Monica Blvd. in West Hollywood which was teeming with flawlessly fit and groomed and jobless young men on the look out for paying companionship, in the midst of which, with a seemingly less obvious motive for loitering, an elderly but robust looking man in lederhosen was turned in his chair to take the sun, eyes closed, chins up, his wife's Rolls parked at a meter. Son of a cop, ARH explained. Rumored to be massively endowed. Married a princess, hence now a Prince and after that the husband to a nearly dead Hungarian celebrity who barely remembers her own name. You have to admire his ambition, he observes. Not to mention his staying power.
He really climbed his way to the middle, I add. Ergo the lederhosen.
We think of Matterhorn punch lines and giggle. Did he really sleep with Anna Nicole, we wonder, then shudder at the visual.
My friend observes that I appear to be in a better mood. I tell him the latest dire predictions for the world: bank failures, a 2000 point drop in the stock market, world-wide depression, the poisoning of the population with Chemtrails and other paranoid theories leading to the massive die-off of the species.
"Nothing cheers you up like disaster," he remarks. I admit it's true.
"And the sooner the better," I reply cheerily.
Prince Harry taking time off from the front line to play soccer with his fellow soldiers in Afghanistan. Photo AP.
Say what you will about the British, but they do know how to show up for things, especially a War. I think we can all agree, if the Twins had been forced to do their part for the country and put themselves out there (photographically speaking at least, if not literarlly) in the trenches with the troops, how differently we might be feeling about the progress being made in the War on Terror and the sacrifice of the common people who don't have the option of staying home and being a guest on Ellen. Does anyone else recall seeing pictures of the young Princess Elizabeth in uniform, preparing to serve her nation in the darkest hours of the Battle of Britain? Like Grandma like Grandson. I'm just saying.
Stay tuned for a future, "We Were There" episode, in which Nelly and Pippa do the Blitz.
On the other hand, and to be fair, let's keep in mind the rumors of a White House wedding before the current residents take their final bow (provided, of course, that some awful terrorist "incident" does not necessitate the declaration of martial law, the suspension of free elections and the "indefinite" reign of the current Junta).
Of course, Edward VII did not see War; he signed the Entente Cordiale agreements (in 1904) which committed everybody to one, but that's not quite the same thing. He was simply trying to outmaneuver Germany. And let us not forget, we're talking about his cousins. You know how personal things can get when family's involved. Still, he died before War broke out.
I was explaining this to ARH just yesterday at the Starbucks on Santa Monica Blvd. in West Hollywood which was teeming with flawlessly fit and groomed and jobless young men on the look out for paying companionship, in the midst of which, with a seemingly less obvious motive for loitering, an elderly but robust looking man in lederhosen was turned in his chair to take the sun, eyes closed, chins up, his wife's Rolls parked at a meter. Son of a cop, ARH explained. Rumored to be massively endowed. Married a princess, hence now a Prince and after that the husband to a nearly dead Hungarian celebrity who barely remembers her own name. You have to admire his ambition, he observes. Not to mention his staying power.
He really climbed his way to the middle, I add. Ergo the lederhosen.
We think of Matterhorn punch lines and giggle. Did he really sleep with Anna Nicole, we wonder, then shudder at the visual.
My friend observes that I appear to be in a better mood. I tell him the latest dire predictions for the world: bank failures, a 2000 point drop in the stock market, world-wide depression, the poisoning of the population with Chemtrails and other paranoid theories leading to the massive die-off of the species.
"Nothing cheers you up like disaster," he remarks. I admit it's true.
"And the sooner the better," I reply cheerily.
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