Tis Getting Imperial

I was right to call our new first minister Princeling. That was confirmed in spades  to me in the last twenty four hours as I listened to radio and watched a little TV.

Why, it was an announcement in the House of Commons that his excellency, his grace ( I don’t know which is the better description) was going to Fort McMurray . Then this morning I heard on radio that he had landed in Edmonton and before long , My God, he was there . Yes, sir, right there in the flesh ,in Fort McMurray. Breathless it makes one. Did he just just get carried on a cloud , all the way from the Rideau?

It almost makes you think that with a little more time and the pliant press and he will be right up there with King Obama . Remember when he came to power and he had this dream team that was next to the Angels and Chris Matthews of CNN News TV even got a shiver down his leg. Watch for Peter Mansbridge to follow suit.

Well, it now has moved north.

Add to that , that the Princeling’s better half ( just a turn of phrase , don’t mean it literally. Well , I suppose I don’t) is complaining that she cannot carry our her imperial duties with such a short staff.  The invitations are just overwhelming . Suffocating isn’t it when you parade to be all things to all people and then the inbox overloads.

And to further ruin my day just after it got started,  I heard two talking heads on Vancouver Global TV ( I had just turned it on for the first time in months , stupidly thought I would learn something) , the host and a reporter , discussing this news story , lamenting just how busy the new First Lady must be and how badly she needed to spend extra money with not a iota of a word about the there being tens of billions of dollars of a deficit.

Of course,  if The Princeling is going to be mimic the king , must not the Princess mimic the Queen .

Oh, the glory that was Rome——-