Photo credit from TRE. Taken from an article in TRE.
See, we are the Royalties, we are the kings and queens, the princes and princesses. See how happy we are! We have purple blood. And we are so obscenely rich, from the wealth we stole from you and your countries. Isn't that nice? And you could not do anything about it and still begging to see us, to adore us, to regard us as your superior beans, for you to admire and hold us in awe. You do not think that it was wrong for us to take your wealth and made them our wealth. You just accept it as a natural order of things. Because we are the Royalties. No one dares to ask for their return. They were taken lawfully, under our rule of law.
And we don't have to work a single day with our inheritance, with courtesy from you and your country. And we don't have to say thank you to any one of you. We even created this thing called, Common Wealth of Nations and the head would always be one of us, someone from our family.
Do you know what is the meaning of Commonwealth aka common wealth? Look at us, at our riches, they are all from the common wealth, from you and your country. Nice isn't it. We write books to glorify ourselves for you to read and to envy us, for all the wealth we have, taken from you and your country. And you still have no clue why you and your country are still so poor. Didn't the common wealth benefitted you? It sure benefitted us and our children and their children for many generations of come.
Let us all celebrate the Commonwealth. Let us sing God Save the King or Queen, so that we can enjoy the common wealth that you share with us. Your sacrifices would make us live well for a long time to come.
You want to see us, you want us to grace your occasions, check with our butlers how much you would need to pay for the privileges of our presence.
We are the Royalties. You are the peasants! We are the privileged class for you to admire to ogle and worship, without questions. We know many of you are dying to take a photo with one of us, to shake our hands, and go home not wanting to wash your hand, the hand that touched a Royalty.
We love you, really. You peasants are all so sweet.