An Aerial Duel Between Kings
by Anglo-American Farmer Bodwyn Wook
I put up this question earlier on some of the English blogs:
Is it even possible, to-day, for the sovereign, to convey displeasure — and, precipitate a general election — by reversing previous assent in Privy Council to all bills laid in this session, in effect vetoing not only said bills but the Parliament?
Some guy fussed about the lapidary wookean prosody; but, The Landed Underclass answered:
BW: not that I’m aware of. Were such a thing to occur, I suspect that there would be a Commission of Regency in place before you could say ‘non compos mentis’.
So I wrote back to say, “That’s too bad.
“Needless to say, I’m intrigued by the idea that these old plants from time to time can sprout a new limb from an old node….
“Over here (‘down on the farm’) that non compos scam mainly is resorted to when The Useless Offspring come crawling back home with their asses in a sling after falling on their faces in the cocaine and the recession in the big city, and then want to do their folks out of The Farm, and shove Grampa and Grandma into a nursing home. Naturally, like all the rest of this ‘brain plotting,’ it all turns into [something — ed] when the nursing home bills eventuate in a forced sale of the shop or acreage. That happens when the county welfare office horns in on the act, and then you get Public Liberals all over the place like flies on [something — ed]….
“There were some numbers recently to show that when parents in advance of death duties had deeded over in the relatively recent statutory way enough of their business or farm equity, they were seven (!) times as likely to be treated to these competency shenanigans. That’s when The Little Bastards had sucked enough out of it that they could maybe swing dumping Maw and Paw on welfare completely, and meantime loan up to buy back the forfeited portion. Needless to say the rotten little 1946-64 sh-ts have been caught with their finger in it by this latest recession.
“Family piety does not mean — all to these late Romans.
“A lovely Sunday spent here yard-farming (gardening). Hay-baling next week, now. But tonight after thinning various pot herb plantings to a fare thee well and watering it all down to beat Hell after, I sat in the garden in the long evening light and read about la Hogue. Cheering stuff…and, then, two gaudy Baltimore Oriole buckos started fighting in the crab apple tree over my head, about the orange halves & grape jam I’d put out for them earlier in a swinging tray from one of the tree limbs. Territorialer than Hell! Jesus Christ, William of Orange and Jasper Deuce and deja vue all over again! It was quite an air battle and went on for the better part of five minutes….
“That pet ‘Regency Commission’ of yours would be another God-damn kangaroo court, too, a load of ‘life’ peers, Mahometan department store owners, Hindoo out-sourcing baboos and such gentry…. Jesus Christ on a syph ward!”
[Bodwyn Wook all rights reserved 24 May 2009]