Oh to be in England now that spring is here.
And for the Coronation of King Charles III.
There is nothing about Primogenitures that seems correct to us.
Except for England, the first and we would argue the greatest Democracy, it works.
This England, who stood alone in 1939 when the rest of the free world looked the other way as the dark curtain of Nazism descended across Europe.
This England, who stood in the breach firm, bending but not breaking, and saved the world from tyranny.
This England, whose verdant fields and rolling hills beckon.
This England of Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Kipling.
This England of Nelson, Montgomery, Disraeli, Churchill, and Queen Elizabeth II.
This England, where a Pub and a Pint are all a man or woman needs for a night when the rain is incessantly falling.
Things did not go well for Kings Charles the I, who during the era of Make England Great Again (MEGA) was tried and convicted of high treason, and executed in 1649. The Monarchy was abolished, and the Commonwealth of England was established. But MEGA did not (thankfully) last long, and his son Charles II ascended to the throne and was coronated in 1660 (a mere three hundred years before the birth of the NY Mets!).
London is the only city we know of, where emerging from the theater, we will overhear a gaggle of teenagers, their hair purple, green and pink, their face dotted with various metal studs, earnestly discussing whether the Othello they just saw was a good as the one the saw the year before.
England is culture, and history, and beauty, and tradition. England is permanence. There will always be an England, a throne, a realm, and a people, who sing of their freedom.
And of course, there are these famous words, from Shakespeare, in Richard II: