What makes a republican Yank of Irish ancestry such as myself start to whistle Bess You is My Woman Now? Her Royal Highness, Elizabeth II, that gracious and noble Queen.
There will always be an England. That green and pleasant land is, despite its detractors (at home and abroad), is still a land of hope and glory. Some say there is nothing like a dame, but I say there is nothing like a queen who has weathered the storms of private life and public life and has come out, sixty years later, with a dignity that I can only describe as majestic. And her triumph is a shared triumph. The subject of the Queen must mention her subjects, a people given to understatement whose contributions can not be overstated.
I think those who discount her do so out of their own agendas. She has not always made the correct decision, but so often has. Over sixty years in the ultimate public eye I remind her detractors that the average modern politician usually can’t make it through a week without a faux pas. And she has been able to play the hand given her with an obvious sense of duty, remarkable sense, and undeniable legacy.
As to her enemies, well may she always frustrate their knavish tricks. I admire her, her people and her nation. And I raise a glass to her reign. God Save the Queen.