My Sovereign Lady Elizabeth 2nd., Queen of Great Britain and Northern Ireland is a Constitutional Monarch. She has met many, many unsavoury figures in the sixty-odd years in her post, and has welcomed them on behalf of Her Governments. Meeting and greeting these vicious murderous demagogues is part of her job description; and unfortunately for her, she cannot discriminate between a Ceaucescu in 1978, the Bahreini King, fresh from washing all the F1 demonstrators’ blood off his shoes, and a McGuiness in 2012.
However, her son and heir, Charles, does not have the same need to greet, welcome, or indeed shake hands with acknowledged scum as a demonstration of anything, whether it is ‘good-will’, forgiveness, political expediency, or indeed absentminded good manners.
The political bunch who engineered this unsavoury ‘meet-and-greet’ must be congratulating themselves on a job well done. I only wish that Charles had asserted his right to throw his tea over the man who had gloated over the murder of Earl Mountbatten, his godfather; his uncle, a naval hero, Problem is, he is probably too well-mannered to do anything which may have rocked the leaky boat christened the ‘Peace Process’.
Writing as an Englishman, and as one who firmly believes that the only place for murderers and terrorists is being the main component in a pile of cremated ashes, I know what greeting I would make to one who may not have pressed the remote which triggered the explosion, but who certainly knew and approved of that murderous act! I don’t believe in a watered-down Justice, I believe in retribution, in revenge, and in the decimation of my country’s enemies; wherever they may be found.