Town and Country
King Charles, King of the United Kingdom, honored Tina Turner, the Queen of Rock ‘n’ Roll, with a tribute at Buckingham Palace this past weekend. King Charles allowed the Band of the Welsh Guards to perform “The Best” by Turner during the changing of the guard in front of the Palace on Friday. More
They also performed the tribute at the changing of the Guard recently. Here
This Charles is a degenerate stain.
God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine —
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies;
The Captains and the Kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And, guarding, calls not Thee to guard;
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord.
R.Kipling
Tina saying “Master Blaster” in Thunderdome was when mankind’s cinematic expression reached it’s zenith…
‘May you never be tired!’ said he cheerily. ‘Well, Sahibs, that was a good fight, and Naim Shah’s mother is in debt to you, Tallantire Sahib. A clean cut, they tell me, through jaw, wadded coat, and deep into the collarbone. Well done! But I speak for the tribe. There has been a fault—a great fault. Thou knowest that I and mine, Tallantire Sahib, kept the oath we sware to Orde Sahib on the banks of the Indus.’
‘As an Afghan keeps his knife—sharp on one side, blunt on the other,’ said Tallantire.
‘The better swing in the blow, then. But I speak God’s truth. Only the Blind Mullah carried the young men on the tip of his tongue, and said that there was no more Border-law because a Bengali had been sent, and we need not fear the English at all. So they came down to avenge that insult and get plunder. Ye know what befell, and how far I helped. Now five score of us are dead or wounded, and we are all shamed and sorry, and desire no further war. Moreover, that ye may better listen to us, we have taken off the head of the Blind Mullah, whose evil counsels have led us to folly. I bring it for proof,’—and he heaved on the floor the head. ‘He will give no more trouble, for I am chief now, and so I sit in a higher place at all audiences. Yet there is an offset to this head. That was another fault. One of the man found that black Bengali beast, through whom this trouble arose, wandering on horseback and weeping. Reflecting that he had caused loss of much good life, Alla Dad Khan, whom, if you choose, I will to-morrow shoot, whipped off this head, and I bring it to you to cover your shame, that ye may bury it. See, no man kept the spectacles, though they were of gold.’
Slowly rolled to Tallantire’s feet the crop-haired head of a spectacled Bengali gentleman, open-eyed, open-mouthed—the head of Terror incarnate. Bullows bent down. ‘Yet another blood-fine and a heavy one, Khoda Dad Khan, for this is the head of Debendra Nath, the man’s brother. The Babu is safe long since. All but the fools of the Khusru Kheyl know that.’
‘Well, I care not for carrion. Quick meat for me. The thing was under our hills asking the road to Jumala, and Alla Dad Khan showed him the road to Jehannum, being, as thou sayest, but a fool. Remains now what the Government will do to us. As to the blockade—’
‘Who art thou, seller of dog’s flesh,’ thundered Tallantire, ‘to speak of terms and treaties? Get hence to the hills—go, and wait there starving, till it shall please the Government to call thy people out for punishment—children and fools that ye be! Count your dead, and be still. Rest assured that the Government will send you a man!’
‘Ay,’ returned Khoda Dad Khan, ‘for we also be men.’
As he looked Tallantire between the eyes, he added, ‘And by Good, Sahib, may thou be that man!’
Kipling. The Head of the District.
great … a tribute to the ‘Queen of Rock n’ Roll (total diss to many other worthy women … Aretha, Janis, Ronstadt, Emmie Lou, even Nicks, King or Slick) & nothing for his mother the longest, most dignified tenured Queen of England
… what a putz … a pimple on the boil on the ass that was his father
‘like father, like son’
Elizabeth did a helluva job trying to outlive her idiot sons — pity that she didn’t make it.
that sounded like the elevator Muzak version!
Sounds like when Ohio State plays ‘Hang On Sloopy’.
Tribute FAIL.
Simply the best? She dissed America for Switzerland, after making her wealthy. Notice how she was barely mentioned and already forgotten? Why not? Makes Mee-Again and Harry look like liars for calling the King a racists. So what if he is, we all have a bit of it in us.
King Charles gives good reason to why I refer to him as King Upchuck. He just vomited all his idiotic thinking and “How dare all you unwashed masses and plebes criticize me since I am the King now”, all over the British people. Queen Elizabeth still rules even from the grave and bonnie prince charlie, now king charlie is a fool and he drools.
Unimpressive.