And so another British royal brat has been hatched (July 2013) and inflicted onto the world at large. Given the amount of interest and coverage (way more information than we need to know by the way), you’d think it was the return of the Messiah (or Quetzalcoatl or Zeus). In fact the second coming of Christ probably wouldn’t rate as highly a newsworthy and human interest event as the first coming of the new (probably not improved) royal brat. Why all the hype is absolutely beyond me. It’s just another brat conceived in the usual way and hatched in the usual way and who will scream (cry) and spew and burp and crap its diapers and stink like any other newborn baby brat. I think any woman who has ever dropped a bundle (or two) onto the world stage should demand equal TV time, equally adoring crowds, equal number of 50-page woman’s’ magazine spreads, equality in front page newspaper headlines (for a solid week) and have every, or nearly every, country, head of state, and government lavish her and her brat(s) with gifts galore. I mean, apart from the supersaturation media coverage, it’s obscene when a couple worth millions and millions gets baby gifts enough to fill an average house just because they assume divine right, had a roll in the hay, and hatched out a brat. Who needs this? You’d really think the world would get its priorities sorted out. If the birth of yet another royal brat is all it takes to keep the human race enthralled, then the human race is in Big Trouble.
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