Have Done With It!
Seeking the truth about Diana and Dodi? Truth? What truth? A frivolous, royal-taunting, flaunting dalliance. That's the truth. A selfish, spoiled self-idolizing, self-actualizing martyr, the Princess of Tarts. How's that for truth? Yet another enquiry? Great crocodile's teeth! Whatever for!
Ah, I see. The father of Dodi, Mohamed Fayed, he of limitless wealth, and even greater grievance believes his son and Diane were murdered by the royal family. Oh well. People are entitled in their grief and aggrievement to believe what they will. What is that to reality? A search for the truth... Justice seen to be identified.
Not at all far-fetched, is it? To assert that this woman so desirous of notice, of admiration, of public sympathy and acclaim, so self-absorbed and attention-seeking simply focused her temporary attentions upon an available male - and as a result her royal father-in-law casually ordered her death.
Better novels have been written. But, as that old saw goes, truth is often stranger than fiction. Absurd, illogical, pathetic as it well may be. Something for a wealthy old man to cling to. To bring 'solved' to the issue? Give him a restful night's sleep?
It's a silly conceit. The royal family incapable of countenancing their heir to the throne's former wife marrying a Muslim. A useful conceit, however, one that the man can cling to and relish and convince himself in dreams that had such an intervention not occurred, he might have a grandson descended at quite a remove from royalty.
This woman encased in an aura of arrested adolescence was a Playgirl of the first order. Extraordinarily given to flagrantly flaunting herself, to flirting with any available man, yet extraordinarily fond of her cover as an innocent, abused by royal authority. But no, she was 'in love' with his son, and carrying his grandchild.
Obsessed by a fevered imagination that no amount of his wealth well spent can possibly quell.
But here's another anguished public entertainment in the making. And there will be slavering crowds of onlookers sympathetic to the notional view of innocence abused. And reporters galore, reporting on behalf of all the sordid tabloids in the world. Filtering down to respectable journalists for witless analysis.
Re-visiting the scene of the crash, judge and jurors. Getting a thimble's-full thrill, a frisson, from the actual site. What else can they tell from being there; ah, visualizing the pursuit by the crudescent paparazzi. There is more than enough residual antipathy toward the royal family to ensure sympathy with the late-lamented Diana.
The trusted driver of the car was not drunk at all, heavens no, despite tests indicating the contrary and eyewitness accounts testifying his inebriated state; he was instead, temporarily put out of whack by the timely discharge of a 'stun' gun, distracting him from his duty and propelling them all toward eternity.
All those disquieting investigations revealing nothing but the logically anticipated. Now the emotions will reign. Despite which what will be revealed will be not a conspiracy to murder but yet another instance of the outcome of driving while intoxicated. Will that settle the matter? Not bloody likely.
Really, cannot we do better than to re-visit that unfortunate incident and having it pass as world news?
Ah, I see. The father of Dodi, Mohamed Fayed, he of limitless wealth, and even greater grievance believes his son and Diane were murdered by the royal family. Oh well. People are entitled in their grief and aggrievement to believe what they will. What is that to reality? A search for the truth... Justice seen to be identified.
Not at all far-fetched, is it? To assert that this woman so desirous of notice, of admiration, of public sympathy and acclaim, so self-absorbed and attention-seeking simply focused her temporary attentions upon an available male - and as a result her royal father-in-law casually ordered her death.
Better novels have been written. But, as that old saw goes, truth is often stranger than fiction. Absurd, illogical, pathetic as it well may be. Something for a wealthy old man to cling to. To bring 'solved' to the issue? Give him a restful night's sleep?
It's a silly conceit. The royal family incapable of countenancing their heir to the throne's former wife marrying a Muslim. A useful conceit, however, one that the man can cling to and relish and convince himself in dreams that had such an intervention not occurred, he might have a grandson descended at quite a remove from royalty.
This woman encased in an aura of arrested adolescence was a Playgirl of the first order. Extraordinarily given to flagrantly flaunting herself, to flirting with any available man, yet extraordinarily fond of her cover as an innocent, abused by royal authority. But no, she was 'in love' with his son, and carrying his grandchild.
Obsessed by a fevered imagination that no amount of his wealth well spent can possibly quell.
But here's another anguished public entertainment in the making. And there will be slavering crowds of onlookers sympathetic to the notional view of innocence abused. And reporters galore, reporting on behalf of all the sordid tabloids in the world. Filtering down to respectable journalists for witless analysis.
Re-visiting the scene of the crash, judge and jurors. Getting a thimble's-full thrill, a frisson, from the actual site. What else can they tell from being there; ah, visualizing the pursuit by the crudescent paparazzi. There is more than enough residual antipathy toward the royal family to ensure sympathy with the late-lamented Diana.
The trusted driver of the car was not drunk at all, heavens no, despite tests indicating the contrary and eyewitness accounts testifying his inebriated state; he was instead, temporarily put out of whack by the timely discharge of a 'stun' gun, distracting him from his duty and propelling them all toward eternity.
All those disquieting investigations revealing nothing but the logically anticipated. Now the emotions will reign. Despite which what will be revealed will be not a conspiracy to murder but yet another instance of the outcome of driving while intoxicated. Will that settle the matter? Not bloody likely.
Really, cannot we do better than to re-visit that unfortunate incident and having it pass as world news?
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