Catherine Mayer, yet another author seeking to gain favour and book sales riding the royal bandwagon, has written these fawning words of Princess Kate; โWhat canโt she do?โ.
Royal journalist Kylie Walters, commenting, adds โThe Princess of Wales, delivered a masterclass in perfection as she succeeded in a trifecta of highโstakes appearances this past week.โ
It was in fact, Kylie, a masterclass in riding in how to sit in a hugely costly carriage procession to Trooping of the Colour and at Royal Ascot and Garter Day having not lifted one manicured finger in the process. And no, Kylie, it reminds us of different things, like she was dressed in three different sets of designer clothes costing a kingโs ransom that just may be worn a second time in a few months to show how us all how frugal a billionaire monarchy can be. She wore her permanent rictus, by royal command, and wiggled her clockwork hand from time to time at the common hoi polloi she was once a part of. Then back to one of her luxurious mansions and waiting staff with appropriate comforters at the ready.
Walters then buffs her record even further by throwing in how lightly she wears the tiaras once worn by Princess Diana, her effortless parenting (not mentioning her head nanny and assistants) and even brings up her surprise piano performance at Together at Christmas in 2021, forgetting to add it was pre-recorded and practised until made perfect.
What all this does remind us of, Kylie, is that the monarchy hangs by a thread on the survival of Kateโs marriage to an entitled, not overly-clever man with a tumultuous, earth-shattering temper according to Camilla, and who drinks too much according to the father he abuses with that temper.
You write โShe remains the polished, poised and serene princess the public has come to love and expectโ
Sorry but No once again. She has become the manufactured product of a desperate monarchy, cornered by itsโ only rock star, Meghan Sussex, whom they stupidly forced to leave by relentlessly inventing negativity about her and Harry.
Why? Because they made William and Kate look inadequate, and still do, which was disasterously inconsistent with the succession narrative essential to their survival.
Twist as you will these are the cold, hard facts.
You more wisely add that the narrative of perfection is also burdensome, and we shouldnโt ignore that . And therein lies the hard truth. Kate is locked into an unfortunate marriage they would have us believe is perfect.
So you say that while we enjoy the immaculate tailoring and the serene smiles, itโs worth remembering the truth beneath them. Behind the flawless faรงade is a woman under enormous pressure. Catherineโs greatest achievement may be making the burden invisible. But the more invisible it becomes, the more dependent the monarchy grows on her ability to carry it. This you also say about the pressure on her โIt canโt last because she is mortalโ.
In other words, we are all responsible for expecting of this once humble ill-equipped woman a performance that may well suit the ruthless, dehumanised royal machine, intent on maintaining itsโ privileged family history of opulence whilst risking the mental health of a woman who, inadvisedly, married into a ruthless plutocracy of snobs and racist aristocrats.
Zelensky just laid it out plain: he handed the new Polish president the first official visit, got a Volhynia book shoved at him during the handshake like some passive-aggressive receipt, kept quiet about it for a year while Polish PMs actually showed up and Poles kept supporting Ukraine. Now that the guy is stirring domestic hate for political points, the mask drops.
This is classic Orban cosplay. Weaponize old wounds to dodge the present. Except the present is Ukrainian soldiers holding the line so Polish cities do not have to learn what Russian glide bombs sound like. We are not asking for gratitude. We are stating a fact: right now Ukraine is the only thing standing between the Russian war machine and the rest of the eastern flank. Without us bleeding every day, the cost of European security does not stay abstract. It lands on Warsaw, Vilnius, Tallinn, and Berlin in very concrete, expensive, bloody ways.
Naming a brigade after Ukrainian historical figures is not a diplomatic insult. It is an army at war choosing its own symbols of resistance against the same imperial project that has tried to erase us for centuries. Zelensky signed it because that is what a commander-in-chief does when his soldiers say these names motivate them to close with the enemy. Poland demanding cancellation of a Ukrainian decree on Ukrainian territory is not partnership. It is trying to run our internal morale from abroad while our people die protecting yours.
History is not forgotten. Volhynia, Katyn, Sahryn, Pavlokoma, none of it. But turning every conversation into competitive victimhood while Russian forces sit 400 kilometers from your border is suicidal theater. The Kremlin laughs at it. Every time a NATO-adjacent politician picks 1940s grudges over 2025 realities, Moscow gets another free information op.
Ukraine will keep defending Polish security interests on the battlefield whether Warsaw likes our choice of heroes or not. That is not arrogance. That is arithmetic. We have already paid the butcher's bill for the continent's complacency. The bill only gets bigger if we lose.
Poles who actually grasp this keep supporting us. The ones playing domestic culture war with Ukrainian blood are choosing the cheap applause over strategic survival. History shows that choice ends badly, usually with Russian tanks in the suburbs. We have seen the movie. We are living the sequel so you do not have to.
The faster Europe drops the historical one-upmanship and treats Ukraine as the forward defense line it already is, the cheaper this whole nightmare stays for everyone behind us. Anything else is just expensive nostalgia paid for in Ukrainian lives.
It is important to resist the commodification of basic human needs. Food, water and healthcare cannot be subordinated to market considerations or geopolitical interests. Access to adequate food is a fundamental human right grounded in the dignity of every person. Meeting this need not only alleviates suffering but also addresses underlying causes of geopolitical instability. Indeed, food security is an essential component of global and integral security. https://t.co/DgkM9RegJ7
Fauci was a hero - he didn't kill millions, but he did save millions of lives. Highest paid? Hardly - he was a civil servant getting paid much less than had he gone into private practice. People like you who don't know science are a clear and present danger to society
To distract from their incompetence, they go after Fauci - a real hero who spent his life in public service. Gain of function didn't happen in a lab, it happens in mother nature every day. We are not smart enough to alter a virus that way. But some are dumb enough to blame an American hero for their incompetence and false erudition
It sure would be a shame if we all reminded everyone that Howard Lutnick lied about his relationship with Jeffrey Epstein by spreading this picture around again.
The Lessons I Learned from My Dad
I am not the man my father is.
I am trying. Some days closer. Some days farther.
He never sat me down and explained these lessons. He lived them. Iโm still learning them.
Show up.
The kitchen table. The hospital room. The funeral. The picket line. The call from the son who wonโt answer.
Show up.
Most days thatโs the whole job.
My whole life I watched him do it. Not for cameras. Not for headlines. Not because there was something in it for him. He showed up because someone needed him.
I learned that grief doesnโt make you special.
My father buried a wife and daughter. He buried a son. Yet he never treated grief as a claim on other peopleโs sympathy. Instead, it made him notice theirs.
A mother who lost a child. A father sitting beside a hospital bed. A kid scared about what comes next. A son who lost his mother, his sister, his brother.
He always noticed.
I learned that power is not the point.
The people who chase power eventually confuse the office with themselves.
My father never did.
Whether he was a county councilman, a senator, vice president, or president, he was the same man.
The title changed.
He didnโt.
I learned that family comes first.
The train from Wilmington wasnโt symbolism.
It was every night.
He read to us. Showed up to games. Sat through hospital rooms. Waited up for children who were lost.
And when the day came that the country and the family could not both have him at full strength, he chose family. He relinquished the last chapter of how he wanted to be remembered. And he never complained about it.
Most of all, I learned that love is not soft.
Love is discipline.
Love is showing up at one in the morning when nobody is watching.
Love is answering the phone.
Love is staying.
Love is getting back up after life knocks you down and doing it all again tomorrow.
That love saved my life.
Iโve failed at many of these lessons, sometimes in very public ways.
He loved me anyway.
Thatโs the last lesson.
I am not trying to become my father.
I am trying to carry what he gave me.
And if I can do that, even imperfectly, that will be enough.
Happy Fatherโs Day, Dad. I love you.
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