Queen Elizabeth II died one year ago as head of a wicked institution that shames British society

The sheer intensity of the outpouring of national grief in Britain over the death of Queen Elizabeth II at age 96 one year ago was revelatory to behold. It merely confirmed the extent to which the British masses have been infantilised by this arcane semi-feudal and wholly wicked institution — one whose foundational wealth is rooted in blood and empire — conditioned to revere a family whose only claim to such is an accident of birth.

And, please, enough of the nauseating encomiums to the former monarch being aired by an army of British establishment royal lickspittles, praising her for her ‘service’ and sense of ‘duty’ to the nation. Waited on hand and foot by a retinue of servants and flunkies, not one second of her life was she ever forced to spend worrying about where her next meal was coming from, how she was going to afford her gas and electricity, or where she was going to sleep.

Such an existence is not by an objective measure tantamount to ‘service’ or ‘duty’. No, this does not equate to service this equates to being served.

Service equates to NHS nurses and staff working 12–14 hour shifts on low wages, even during a deadly pandemic. Service equates to care workers doing same in care homes. Service, in sum, equates to the…