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Royal timeout

 As unimaginable it might sound the British are at it again. After a 70 year gap they have the temerity and chutzpah to crown another dude a king of Britannia.

Charles went from being in line to the throne - that's right a glorified chair if you ask me - unclear how comfortable this old wooden contraption is given these days you could spend few more shillings and get yourself a NASA developed space age foam padded brand with massagers and what not to make work easier - to being anointed King of England and her territories.

But wait. He does not work.  He merely wears a funny hat. That is called a crown. And pretends to have powers. And asks people refer to him as King Charles.  LOL.

The spectacle to put him in timeout for a long time on this chair, wearing all manners of weirdo sashes and uncomfortable garbs and garlands must have really tested his 80 year old heart.

Then some even more wizened dudes wearing even funnier robes and frocks show up and ask him to hold on to golden specters, rather pointy and ghastly ostentatious sticks made of gold and jewels. Finally they top his dome with the crown - a pointy and very shiny hat that now makes him look like a complete buffoon.

The topper to top that hat was the international media coverage to cover the faces of world leaders in attendance.  Lots was spent on private jets and planes to fly all kinds of inept government officials (also know as heads of state) to this event in London. 

Here goes global warming up by 10 degrees. Wonder how hot it got in that chamber or church or whatever premises they used to do this theater?

Continuous moronic commentary from narcissistic anchors for major TV networks to explain how the dude was sweating or what clothes he was changing from and how many soldiers were made to waste time marching around in tight uniforms completed the spectacle.

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