I am a cynical bastard, I confess. The idea of a young man with more money than god
getting married fills with me the need to fax Prince William a pre nup. But, what's done
is done I suppose. Actually, it's not the institution of marriage itself that bothers me on this
day of bloated news coverage and journalistic principles set afire in the name of a pop
culture feeding frenzy. My issue is with London itself. Actually, not London.
Some of its people. Namely, the ones that are still standing around AFTER the newlyweds
split for their honeymoon.
Good people of London, I beg of you; go home. You saw what you came there to see.
Actually, since you're commoners, you stood outside and didn't see anything,
but that's another story for another time. Please London, tell your people to go home.
Let all celebrations cease immediately. Good people of London, remember this; you're
celebrating the marriage of two people who are richer than you will ever be.
You are all milling about in celebration of a Gatsybyesque festival of self indulgence
that will have absolutely no immediate or future impact on your overall quality of life.
Go home London, demonstrate that stoicism that your people are known for and simply
disperse. Don't be like your neighbors across the pond. Don't linger about,
don't painfully overestimate your place in pop culture history.
To quote the great Tom Hanks in Castaway..... "You Have To Go Home."
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