Oh The Royal Wedding™.  I’m so happy that I don’t live in the UK.  The amount of attention given to this hullabaloo is mind-boggling enough for us Americans.  I cannot begin to fathom what it must be liked to be choked with the pomp and circumstance on my way to work, however.

The picture above is the headlining snap on MSNBC.  The Royal Wedding™ must be a big deal now that people are camping out to catch a glimpse of….what, exactly?  A feathery fascinator?  A coat with tails?  The backs of other gawkers’ heads?  If you’re into this thing, how much fun can you have standing in a sea of people with no food, drink or access to a toilet?  It’s like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Sure, you may be there for history but look at all the creature comforts you’re sacrificing for the cause.  There is no cause significant enough for me to give up the bare necessities in life.  NONE.  Not an endless supply of money, eternal salvation, a bottomless cup of coffee or cigarettes that magically do not cause cancer.

Then there is that whole question of what does one actually expect to witness that cannot be witnessed in the comfort of one’s home, on the sofa, in front of the teevee?  As with sporting events, if you don’t have a decent seat, maybe your ass should just stay at home and watch things you can actually see via the miracles of modern technology.

I dunno.  Maybe the freak of nature (above) has some logical excuse for parking his ass on concrete for a week?  I’m sure the people watching (of the crowd, not those invited) is worth the price of no admission.  Alas, it’s certainly not worth not being able to move from a spot, eat or tend to Mother Nature.