How I Really Feel About The Coronation Of King Charles This Weekend!

There hasn’t been an officially announced budget for the costing of this coming weekend’s coronation of King Charles, and with government refusing to make comment the final figure will never truly be known. We do however, know that it’s likely to be in the region of tens of millions. And the rest.

The coronation is, like the funeral of the late Queen, a state occasion. As such it will be paid for by the UK tax payer. The sovereign purse opened and government choosing, on our behalf, to foot the gargantuan bill. Months after footing the previous gargantuan bill of a funeral at a time when we could, and should have, said this is enough.

The money wasted on bidding farewell to an elderly person who had been born into privilege and knew nothing of wanting, or needing, during her lifetime blew my mind. The country was on its knees, crippled by choices government made, as always to raise their own interests and that of their “mates”, all while stamping on the poor and not looking down, I found in incredible bad taste. But somehow this is worse.

This is a point in time when we could have been seen to move that half masted flag down, and away for good. The Royal family stepping away from public duty, public money, finally singing for their own supper. The only way forward if we want any chance at survival. For everyone, not just the fittest, not just the richest.

This could have been the most perfect moment to make that change. Yet here we are some short time later digging deeply into our pockets for a “celebratory party” that will not benefit any single one of us. A party to crown another monarch. Another person born into wild righted privilege simply by luck. The cycle continues.

Them. And us.

Because cycles perpetuate when you do nothing.

Government happily allow children of this country to receive a terrible education due to the lack of funding they deliver to our schools. This is what tax payer money isn’t paying for. Teachers are leaving the profession in droves just like nurses fleeing the NHS, none of them paid enough to survive in such high need professions. School resources, or the ability to invest in them, are at an all time low along with educator morale and without them state schools are left to rack and ruin.

We, the “public” are drip feed drivel through media about parents who don’t work, won’t work and cream benefits, asking us to believe their children deserve nothing better. Telling us to feel their decisions are justifiable in the discarding of the poor. Offspring of n’er do wells blight our society and we should leave them to rot is the delivered narrative. A narrative nothing more than a calculated counter argument to one they hope no one thinks to actually put forward. The reality, when you dig a little deeper than the surface of a red top paper, is that all of our children are losing, all of them in state education missing out and left to fight their way through the system, up stream without so much as a branch to cling on to, whether they have parents in employment or not. We are all fighting a losing battle believing it’s in our own interests to do so because we don’t ask the questions, we are told the answers and so we think we know them.

At no point, while prominent ministers in charge of the decisions send their own children to the most elite educational establishments, with moneys they don’t pay enough, if any, tax on while they jump through loop holes to ensure it, do they consider ploughing the tax payer’s money into education for the masses, least of all the poorest in society.

And I wonder, does anyone else not wonder, at what point will we ever stop and come to the realisation that children, even those with parents who care not, deserve the same chances. At what point do we get off the merry go round of doing things because we always have and instead change tac and get on the see saw instead, choosing to sit on the heavier side to lift up the child who has never risen to the top before. This is how we stop cycles from ever increasing, this is how we make change and allow those without status, without friends, without money, to rise the ranks of life and in turn make more good change.

The same principle of change could have worked for the crowning of a monarch we do not need. He, with his bejewelled head won’t bring in any more money for the country as a crowned monarch than he would have as just “rich Charlie of the palace”, who, incidentally, can afford to pay for it himself. We don’t have a comparison to prove it, but tourists don’t come for a country with a crowned head of state, they come to see the palaces which will still stand whoever pays the heating bill.

This was a moment and a half that has been missed, instead more of the same terribly expensive pomp and ceremony thrust upon us. In fact, to call it a missed opportunity is rather belittling of such an event. King Charles says he wants to “pare it back” without realising how deaf he is being to society by allowing it to go ahead at all. Frankly, a knees up in a village hall with Tesco Vol au vaunts isn’t pared back enough if it means money which could feed the starving of this country has paid for it.

Because people are starving. Not just people in far flung countries which have been re-named from “third world” to “developing” in order simply to dilute unpleasantness with language. A ridiculous moniker brought about to aid our own sleep, for development can’t actually happen when there’s nothing to water any seed which might be dropped in charity. But no, not even just them, in their non developing “developing” countries. People are starving in the UK.

Not just the children of no hopers, children like any who didn’t ask to be born I might add, but the children and families of hard working people who do care very much. Who do contribute to society even when it means spending more on petrol in order to get to work, than they bring home after paying the taxes which will fund this party. There are working, educated people just like you and me who are starving. If putting it like that is what it takes to grab your attention while the suffering of anyone lower in the pecking order makes you want to step on them as you hang your bunting and make scones to celebrate this supposedly patriotic weekend of historic marking, then digest that nugget please.

Frankly, I’d rather mark history by storming the streets of London and demanding a cabinet of ministers who don’t have offshore bank accounts, who understand the every man, who don’t pay royally for their own children to attend public schools while underfunding state education and who don’t get to weekend in second homes they claim benefit for when some can’t keep one roof above their head through no fault of their own. I’d rather make history by shouting again about how damaging and catastrophic for our economy leaving the EU was and begging them to let us back in.

Frankly, I’d rather mark and make history by shoving that sovereign purse up Charlie’s bum, hoping it goes up there so high it spews out of his mouth and into the hands of its rightful owners, us. So that we, and by we I mean as a whole, (I know my own privilege) can afford to feed, to clothe and to keep warm our children, before sending them all out to be educated, by fairly paid teachers, all to the same standard, with the same opportunity and the same invitation to do better than those who went before them. Because we are all the same you know, we all have red blood when we all bleed, and we bleeding don’t need to bleed any more.

History, this is nothing but dressed as history, when a real historical moment of value, could have been made and had, and devoured by the every man for the greater good.

But, instead we perpetuate. And with it, with the glamorised, glossy magged names given in jest like the gaggingly awful “corrie-nash” to rival last year’s woefully dismissive “platty-jubes”, we are told to celebrate, have street parties and sing God Save The King, a man already well and truly saved from any of life’s sticky bits, as we smile and blast confetti cannons thinking we are having a good time. We have resorted to becoming nothing other than sheep who think not of the consequence and inevitability. The cycle continues and we’ve no one really to blame but ourselves. Shame on us all.