Saturday, March 03, 2007

She's not, and never was, my princess.
So can I stop paying money for her now please?

Seen on BBC news24 last night:
Diana inquest to be heard by jury.

Why is it so hard to believe that a drunk driver, high as a bloody kite could manage to crash a car?

It seems the readers of the Daily Express certainly can't get their thick heads and meagre brains around the simple fact that their princess managed to make some incredibly stupid choices and wasn't all that bright.
The final, conclusive proof is the fact that she got in the car that night with the drunk, high driver.

But instead of acceptance we're treated to the wailing and screeching of the assembled ranks of idiotic people who are so desperate to find something worthwhile in their lives that they latched onto a photogenic celebrity with a habit for batting her eyes at the right moment on camera.

The people's princess was nothing more than a publicity seeking, media loving and inherently stupid aristocrat. She was no more the people's princess than I'm the best friend of the pope.
It's laughable that so many people seem to think she loved every last one of them.

And what makes it even worse is the amount of money, my money, your money, that's being spent on enquiry after enquiry to tell us that a traffic accident one night in Paris was most likely caused by a drunk driver on drugs.

I suppose it's fitting really.
Throughout her life the simpering cow managed to extract money from the public purse for doing nothing.
And she's still managing it all these years after her death.

Rant over. Carry on.

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