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Wednesday, October 08, 2003
I was brought up in a household that adored the royal family. And not just the Danish royal family, but any family that was the least bit royal. We would be glued to the screen whenever somebody got engaged/married/had a baby/died/wore a new dress. Magazines were bought and photos dissected.
In my family it was never considered to get rid of the entire thing and give the money to the poor. Robin Hood would have been outraged.
So, as much as my social conscience tells me that it is wrong, I still like the royal family. I can't tell you why, as I don't know any of them personally. I couldn't justify their existence if my life depended on it. I grew up 'with' them, in surroundings that celebrated their existence, and I don't mind. I fancied the Crown Prince when I was a child, for Christ's sake! (Later I realised that he was kinda short and spotty and prone to really crap jokes.) So good on him, this wedding business. I'm no less thrilled because I'm out of the country and in safe distance from the Danish media.

And only two words about this: RONALD REAGAN. So history, I guess, is doomed to repeat itself.



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