Scrapbook for November

08.11.2025 – Dim Charles, dim William

On numerous occasions this website has pointed out King Charles' profound intellectual deficits. He shares his general dimness with all his predecessors in the Windsor line. We have nothing against the dim as such – we all have our lacunae – but if they are part of the reigning family they need good advisors. At least most of his predecessors kept their mouths shut. In his case, however, favoured sources, such as the red-green, crypto-Communist, Old-Etonian aristo Jonathon Porritt, whisper their nonsense into his receptive but uncritical ear and he trumpets these concerns at every opportunity.

Well, we all have our hobby-horses, but what is particularly repellant about Charles is that he never engages in debate or discussion. He gives speeches and makes assertions, but leaves the podium and is immediately chauffered off into the distance without engaging with any other viewpoints. He is foolish enough to put dates on his predictions of catastrophe – said dates pass without incident. For anyone with just a little bit of self-awareness or an average IQ this would be a problem – an occasion for reflection – Charles just presses on, dimly regardless.

Over the years he has absorbed moral slogans – 'make do and mend', for example – from the sustainability crowd, slogans which he applies without deeper understanding. He thinks it is a noble deed that he is often seen in a hideously baggy, striped, double-breasted suit with multiple patchings and repairs proudly on show. It is not a noble deed – it is brainlessness.

'Make do and mend', may be a good and appropriate motto for the poor, but for the stunningly rich such as Charles it condemns the artisan labourers who could make him a nice new suit to beggary; the cancer-sufferer would be a much more welcome sight to his subjects in a well-tailored suit that fit his new, slimmer shape; looking smart might even cheer his Puritan soul up a bit; he could auction his old rags off, patches and all, and donate the proceeds to, say, cancer research. Result: happy tailors; happy collectors; happy charity. It would make a wonderful bit of PR for him. His money trickles down, is multiplied by human labour and spreads the happiness around. But he cannot do this, his mind seems to be incapable of such acrobatics, stuck on a motto.

And now there is William, progeny of dim Charles and even dimmer Diana, for whom there can really be no hope. He is part of something called the Earthshot Prize, which celebrates some green nonsense and hands out money. He is at this moment in Brazil at the COP30 climate jamboree. His presence at this shambolic and ultimately pointless shakedown event (which hands out money) will inevitably tarnish him. Like his father, he is a triumph of stupidity and lack of self-awareness over good judgement and a mouth firmly shut.

Away with the lot of 'em. They cannot be gone too soon.

07.11.2025 – 'It wasn't worth it.'

The Daily Mail reports on an interview on the ITV breakfast programme, Good Morning Britain. Alec Penstone, ex Royal Navy and now 100 years-old broke the mould of the usual soft-focus poppy reporting when he came at the presenters from left field.

My message is, I can see in my mind's eye those rows and rows of white stones and all the hundreds of my friends who gave their lives, for what? The country of today? No, I'm sorry – but the sacrifice wasn't worth the result of what it is now. […] What we fought for was our freedom, but now it's a darn sight worse than when I fought for it.

He's not wrong. The only slight consolation that I personally can give to Mr Penstone, although it helps little, is that Germany's handcart is currently racing alongside Britain's on the road to Hell.

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.