Scrapbook for November

01.11.2025 – Tumbrils for ten, please!

After months of dithering, during which one piece of awful news after another trickled out about Citizen Windsor and his ex-wife and amused us all, King Charles has taken steps, it seems, to lance the boil: all Citizen Windsor's gongs and titles have been stripped from him; he has to move out of the palatial – if currently rotting – Royal Lodge in Windsor to something more compact in Sandringham, paid for by the King and maintained at the King's expense – behold the face of true suffering and repentance: free accommodation for the rest of your life.

However, if Charles thinks that will really lance the festering boil that is Andrew, he needs to think again. Unless Andrew does the decent thing involving a dram or two and a pistol in an outhouse (don't mess up the library, it's not your house!), he still exists.

The Epstein investigations will run and run and there will be unsavoury revelations a-plenty still to come. Charles will then face outraged questions about why he is still supporting this creep, who gets creepier by the day. Charles' minions assert that he has a duty of care in respect of Andrew. In my world this would mean buying him a bottle of cheap ('waste not, want not') whisky, loading the pistol for him and giving him a couple of minutes to think about it. Charles, the closet Muslim, just needs to tell him that he is only a moment away from sixty-four hot virgins lounging lasciviously among his stuffed toys for the rest of eternity. Job done.

There is however much worse to come for Charles and the royals – all of 'em. In the announcement detailing his latest actions against Andrew, the woke King with his woke advisers could not resist tugging heartstrings with the following statement: 'Their Majesties wish to make clear that their thoughts and utmost sympathies have been, and will remain with, the victims and survivors of any and all forms of abuse'.

Really? For more than twenty years Charles ('global warming') and his idiot elder son William (ditto + 'mental health') and his idiot younger son Harry (ditto, ditto + Africans) have stayed silent – totally silent, not a peep – on the most awful event in the United Kingdom in human memory: the gang rape and sadistic mistreatment of young girls at the hands of predominantly Pakistani Muslims in perhaps a score of cities throughout his kingdom with the active compliance of the authorities supposed to be protecting them. More than twenty years and it is still going on.

The government has yet to get some sort of an inquiry under way. During this time he and the Royal Family have been out and about, fussing about the week's worthy cause, but about this outrage – silence. Not a peep. And now he has nailed the lot of 'em with the woke hyperbole of which he is so fond: 'the victims and survivors of any and all forms of abuse'. Words have consequences. If you wanted proof that he is a dim wit, there it is.

Dim, entitled, pompous, double-chinned Andrew is just one boil. There are a lot more festering in plain sight.