Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Prince, Ponce or profiteer?

Ponce W.W.W. 
I wasn't going to post about Ponce Windsor Willy of Wales' (WWW) visit to this year's disaster spots in the white parts of the world, including of course our own North Queensland.  I didn't really want to draw any more attention to the bludger than he's already getting

But having to explain to my 15 and 12 year old who exactly The Ponce is, why anyone would care and whether anyone does in fact care, has lead to this.

While no doubt a few octogenarians will get a kick out of it, I can't help but think that the Ponce's visit is, in fact, nothing more that the royal souvenir industry's equivalent to the movie, book and music industry's pre-release publicity tour.

The reality is:
  1. the Ponce is getting married some time soon (I have no idea when but that is irrelevant to the argument)
  2. the Family finances aren't real flash and there's talk of cutting their tithe
  3. that wedding is gonna be expensive
  4. the Family is also coping heaps at home from the peasants as they get screwed by the new Tory Government
So......Souvenir sales in lead-up to the wedding are critical to The Family
So......Blanket coverage across the white world of the Ponce communing with the huddled masses has to be good for sales.

Of course, apologists like those journalists and politicians who cream themselves at the thought of getting a gig with a Ponce will tell us that it will help our tourism industry by letting the world know that North Queensland was open for business.

When was the last time you watched the evening news, saw some Ponce eating sausages in the rubble of a disaster zone and thought "I must book my next holiday to that place tomorrow"?

If you happen to see him while he's out and about - tell him to go home and get a real job.

1 comment:

Slim Cayenne said...

All very true and very sad - accident of sperm and egg etc. There is another option though and that is the one of the Ruling Class sticking together. How about if this was more about the next "big distracting thing" invented by the Smirking Blighter from Brisbane. Hey - look over there!