The Queen and Alice
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
There is one word I have yet to see in print in all the praises of E2: monogamous. Imagine after her curtsy to the Queen of Heaven and Earth and Our Lady, Mary, says to Elizabeth Alexandra Mary how wonderful it was that she was faithful, always, to her Prince. A few years back there was a commemoration of the D-Day Normandy invasion, with a plethora of world leaders and heads of state present. Only one served her country in uniform in WW II- Elizabeth II. On VE Day when the royal family walked out from the palace onto a balcony to rejoice with their people, Elizabeth appeared in uniform. I have no problem if now it begins: Elizabeth II is referred to as “Elizabeth the Great.” For two reasons: 1. she was a unique, good monarch; and this appellation will implicitly make clear that not only was Elizabeth I NOT great, she was a monster who ordered the torture and gruesome execution -hang, drawn, quartered – of numerous catholics and priests, and is suitably called “Elizabeth Barbaric.” Jane Austen was spot on when she referred to E. Barbaric as “that disgrace of humanity, that pest of society.” Eternal rest grant unto Elizabeth II and, through the mercy of God, may she rest in peace. Guy, Texas
PS: What the heck: E Barbaric also RIP.
As the saying goes: If the story isn’t true, it should be true.
I bet it’s true.
I heard another recently: told by Dick Arbiter, her Palace Press Secretary 1988-2000. Within weeks of starting his role in the Palace: He was invited to a 48hr dine and sleep at Balmoral Scotland:
“Just four of us, there were no servants, sat down to lunch: The Queen, Prince Philip, the on-duty lady-in-waiting and me. Lunch lasted about 45 minutes. I cannot for the life of me remember the conversation over lunch, but I do remember the Queen telling us we had to clear away the lunch debris. I took this as my cue to start washing up. No sooner had I started that I heard footsteps entering the kitchen. Without looking and thinking it was the lady-in-waiting coming to give me a hand, I casually said over my shoulder, “I’ll wash, you dry”.
It wasn’t the lady-in-waiting, but a familiar voice said, “No, I’ll wash and you dry”. She got right into it. How many can say they’ve done the washing up with the Queen?”
Sounds like a skit from “Are You Being Served?”