Something of a tangle with a Twitter post earlier today. Enjoy Lucy Worsley immensely and all that. A splendid BBC presenter, right up there with Michael Wood and Homer. She made a post touting someone's book about the poor Romanovs done in by the commissars. Couldn't exactly say good riddance, but came near. The Brits are much enveloped in mystique and sentiment for their lost imperial grandeur... the Caucasian bourgeoisie, especially, while they are inundated by Muslims on account of same imperial policy, former subjects of the Raj within the Commonwealth having the right to emigrate to the U.K.
Odd subject; England is not, nor Scotland, but Britannia. Have you ever noticed that when there's a casting call for a film, a costume drama about the Romans, Brits get the call. An American accent just won't do. Well, I suppose I channeled that "How come?" You figure it's a class thing playing classical shtick. Anyway, from whence does it derive. From Rome, who held plenty in bondage. That's what I imparted; I saluted the Russian Republic and their fledgeling democracy after the Bolshies stole the revolution. They had their own problem - the Third Rome, the old Byzantine emperor the vice-regent of God, thence to the father Ruskie czars. Defunct!
Ought I have stayed out of it? Could have gone further, the corporatist State and its flunkies on the tit. Simply made a liberating point. Americans can handle it. What was Churchill's adage? Two nations divided by a common language. No shit.
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