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The British Royals..Highs And Lows Of Wills, Harry And Kate A Must Read



Preface / Introduction

Well, it is finally official. Wills the Prince of Whales and his lovely bride Kate have competed one

of their many tasks. That is to produce an hier to the throne of England. Something that must have been on the mind of every Brit.

Dr. Jeffrey Lant a recognized expert and historian of the British Royals has released several articlescovering the highs and lows of the British Royal Family. My hope is that you find the followinge-book as enjoyable as I have. So sit back with your favorite beverage and enjoy!

Dale G. Thomson http://www.homebizgroup5000.com



Table of Contents

1. Thoughts on the Royal Wedding of Prince William and his beautiful commoner Kate Middleton2. 'Just reach out and touch me.' Prince Harry, Her Majesty, and the undeniable urge to flaunt it if you've got it. Some thoughts.



Thoughts on the Royal Wedding of Prince William and hisbeautiful commoner Kate Middleton

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

After 8 years of dating, canoodling, breaking up, making up, breaking up the on-again-off-againrelationship of Prince William of Wales and long tressed Kate is officially on.

The airwaves of the planet dutiful report the expected congratulations. Her Majesty and Prince Philipare "absolutely delighted for them both". Prince Charles is "thrilled". And no doubt they are, for it'stime for the next generation of royals to get on with their important work. There is much to do.

Amongst the royals monarchy is referred to as "the firm"; they say they "live above the shop."Exactly so. It's time for the next proprietor and his spouse to start doing what they're supposed to do:

bring Britain together.

help the tribe of those battening on the monarchy sell their trinkets and reap their profits.

provide us promptly with an equally photogenic man child ... and then promptly, another. "The

heir... and the spare."

And above all else do what's necessary for an endless stream of gossip, titillation and, best of all,scandal.

Yes, this handsome couple has much to do... and has already begun to do it.

Hidden Winners and Losers

The game of monarchy is a game of musical chairs, or more accurately, chair. For there is just onechair, the throne of England; one's place in the pecking order is determined by one's relationship tothis throne.

As all perspicacious royal watchers have known for years, the fate of a thousand year old institutionwas planted squarely at the feet of just one person, Prince William Arthur Philip Louis of Wales. Hewas, almost from the moment of conception, the white hope of a family which had lost its glamour,its allure... and it's way.

Father Prince Charles... a not so gay divorcee with the tendency for odd, awkward remarks andorganic vegetables. His cynical marriage to a woman he didn't love whilst carrying on with thewoman he did set the stage for the long, painful , glaringly public fall from grace.

Uncle Prince Andrew of York, a once beguiling, handsome tease of a younger brother who marrieda trollop and lived to pay the price, now disillusioned and fat to boot.

Aunt Princess Ann, Princess Royal who chose the handsomest man on the block to marry... only todiscover, in the divorce courts, that a marriage needs more than a shared interest in makingquadrupeds jump a fence.

This supremely privileged crew despite every advantage managed to accrue between them not onenotable achievement, although they have (it's true) kept the scurrilous tabloids of England over busywith talk of their high and (abysmally) low jinks.

These shop worn royals, their sometime lovers and spouses, have all had their day. Now they will all be regally pushed off the stage by the handsomest couple on earth. That is Job 1, and that couple isat it now.

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Managing the Ghost

In the best tradition of royal tales, there is a ghost at this feast, an insistent ghost, the groom'sturbulent mother, Princess Diana. Now her unsettled spirit can be well and truly laid to rest, withlove and honor, her sons will see to it.

Diana alive was a nightmare for the Windsors. What would she do? What inappropriate man wouldgain her heart... then sell it to the tabloids in the shabbiest most cynical way? They cringed daily

wondering when the other slipper would drop for this out-of-control Cinderella.

Her death, of course, too soon, was tragic. But it was also a huge relief. Now they can safety lay thisghost to honored rest. This healing process began when Wills gave and Kate displayed Diana'sengagement ring on her finger.

Royal hustlers

What do royals do? They put a regal face on the real business of Britain: selling. Britain grants thesefolks an anachronistic lifestyle of unparalleled munificence; the catch is they must earn it byhustling things British. In Kate, they have found the perfect corporate wife. She is stunninglyattractive, bright, educated, savvy, and (above all else) agreeable to being shaped into the winning

marketer the dynasty requires. The cost for maintaining her in the style to which she'll soon beaccustomed is frankly a pittance compared to the tangible financial benefits to be reaped.

Her marriage alone will pump an extra billion or two into the fragile British economy. Well mightthe Cabinet shout "hear, hear" upon learning the news. The combination of Wills and Kate is afantastic money machine that no mere president can ever rival.

Intrusive questions we will soon have answered

So far the questions the newly affianced royal couple have been asked have been polite, cordial,asking for little, eliciting less. But all this is about to change. Both Wills and Kate have a price ontheir heads, and this price (with the showing of the haunted engagement ring) has escalated

radically.

This is now the situation. This regal couple have friends, pals, classmates, acquaintances, servantsand retainers, any one of whom might know the answers to questions the world is impatient to know:

when how how often where in what way.

These folks are only human. They have bills. They need money. And so, soon, the betrayals will begin, media mogul Rupert Murdoch, fueled by his persistent dynastic hatred and disdain, will see tothat.

These people even now, Judas-like, are mulling over their options: should they betray and prosper?Or let the opportunity of a lifetime pass them by. It's drama in the grand tradition. And it is sure tocome.

Thus, with the brilliant ring given, the opening phase of this deeply fascinating story begins. Weshall not have to wait very long for the next chapter to develop, even so we are acutely impatient tohave it.







'Just reach out and touch me.' Prince Harry, Her Majesty, andthe undeniable urge to flaunt it if you've got it. Somethoughts.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author's program note. For thousands of years, since our ancestors in caves learned how to do what

comes naturally, men have been ogling women. It was their God- given right and no one but a fewdo-gooders thought anything about it. It was the way the world was, and we males liked it that way.

Then the sexual revolution of the 1960s took a remarkable twist. Women started, tentatively at first,to ogle men... and all of a sudden sexual equality meant exactly that. The fig leaf, so firmly in placefor millennia, was now dropped forever and ou la la meant Billie and Bobbie, not just Heather andMarie. Thus the world jumped at the chance to see His Royal Highness Prince Harry of Wales in thealtogether, up close and very personal.

The facts.

HRH's office reported this week that 27 year old Harry was bushed from his unrelenting labors at

the London Olympics. We empathize. It is, after all, strenuous work handing out gold medals andsaying just the perfect word of victory or consolation. He surely needed the holiday he took and allits perquisites. But where to go? For the funnest prince on Earth it had to be the funnest place onEarth, somewhere outside the empire where the sun still never sets and where grandmama wassovereign, somewhere where he could kiss and no one would tell.

And so it came to him, "Viva Las Vegas", the magic place where whatever happens stays. The perfect place to parteeeeeeeeeeeee!

Now, let's be clear about what goes on in the town universally called "Vegas". Gambling. Sex.Celine Dion. Sex. Over abundant dinner. Sex. Capische?

Let's be clear about something else. Harry is a bona fide prince of the bluest blood but the likelihoodof his ever reigning is miniscule. His father Prince Charles would have to be out of the picture andhis brother Prince William, the new Duke of Cambridge. Moreover, the minute Prince William andhis alluring wife Kate have a kid, Harry goes down another notch, oblivion his destiny. What's a boyto do in such circumstances? Rod Stewart, loyal subject of the dynasty, has the answer, and hedelivered it in his 1978 pop smash "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy?". He made the necessary moves as clear as a how-to book, listen, learn, do.

"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy/Come on, sugar, let me know."

And women did, slowly perhaps but undeniably, and a whole new genre of males was born. We

called them boy toys. I was chagrined that I was old, far too old, to try on that persona and flaunt thelittle that was left. Call it caution. Call it common sense. Call it apprehension and fear. I demurred.But Prince Harry most assuredly did not.

Thus, this junior prince of Wales started off with the obligatory game of strip pool, so popular, so prone to reckless betting of vestments. But then, who needs clothes, in Vegas of all places?

Where was his security?

Here is where every single alarm bell in the kingdom should have gone off and where Harry'ssecurity detail should have been johnny on the spot reminding him that stripping and flinging hisglad rags on the floor was not, ahem, the best of all courses, sir. Such a warning may well have







caused HRH to pause and come to his senses, keeping his clothes on his body. Had he heeded thewarning, the world would have had to somehow get through the day adrift, without Harry's buff body to titillate and amuse us. But those bells did not go off... and this is a matter not for mirth butfor concern. Where were those agents when he needed them? This calls for investigation,explanation and disciplinary action.

Another matter for concern: the totally revealing photos which are now so easily accessible onlineare grainy, unprofessional, unclear; they resemble photos taken secretly from a closet or undisclosed

location. In other words, our feckless prince, all uncomprehending, went into a room of strangers,lost his clothes and thereby became a golden meal ticket to a shutterbug who saw his chance in thenaked body of this scion of Windsor to garner a king's ransom fast. It was ignoble, deplorable, butdo-able the way our clueless prince so carelessly operates.

Second royal child syndrome.

Harry's singular problems began with his birth. In the old saying, "the heir and the spare," he was"the spare". In this situation, well known to every royal family, the heir gets the good stuff, all thegood stuff; crown, kingdom, the respect of a great nation and its empire, and the best seat in thehouse for every royal pageant. Against this mountain of goodies, what "the spare" gets looks petty,derisory, even unfair. Yet it is the royal way.

As a result, second children, princes like Harry's uncle Andrew, Duke of York, Prince Charles'younger brother, and princesses like Margaret Rose, the Queen's late younger sister, get indulged toa degree... perhaps because their reigning parents feel sorry for them. In short, there is guilt and lotsof it, for all that this is the royal way. And so these indulged younger children run rampant in a wayno heir to the throne would ever be allowed to do.

Even more guilt in Harry's case.

Harry was just 12 when his adored mother Diana Princess of Wales died. A great nation wanted toreach out and give him comfort. This, in time, turned into near carte blanche, as if he were entitledto do whatever he liked because of the great tragedy that was his burden for life and haunting reality.

And so the "indiscretions" piled up:

How Harry was famously photographed wearing a Nazi uniform for a costume party. How he was photographed cupping the breast of a female TV presenter. How he uttered a racial slur whileteasing a fellow army cadet from Pakistan.

This prince more than most needed extra attention and as the events in Las Vegas show though heneeded it, he didn't get it. Will what ensued hurt the dynasty? No way. For Harry was indulginghimself in ways every English mate would understand, do whenever he could, and envy. It was acase of "that lucky dog" and a lascivious wink.

But what of Her Majesty the Queen? Surely she had something to say on the matter? Not

necessarily, for I suspect she realizes her own responsibility in the matter of her handsome, dashing,most humorous grandson, and likes him just the way he is. Any such call she might have madewould have contained only the most mild slap on the wrist, thus: "Harry, really...." "Yes,Grandmama." "Try not to be so trusting." "Of course, Grandmama." "And assume there are alwayscameras present." "You're right, Grandmama". "And do keep your clothes on, dear Harry." "Youhave my word, Grandmama." And that, this time, was that. But of course both knew he couldn'tkeep it.

Wanted: a good woman.

The solution? A good woman, of course, pretty in the English rose way, and above all someone who







would understand and love him for himself. His elder brother, someday to be king, found such a beloved. With luck, and fewer trips to Las Vegas, Harry will find his, too. Until then, we mustanticipate and expect more such indiscretions and misadventures splashed on the world's tabloids,giving us the opportunity to tsk tsk, disapprove, and, above all else, enjoy the discomfiture andwitlessness of a prince of the blood royal whose ancestor was once our puissant lord and king. It pleases us to see how far the mighty have fallen and hope to see how further still they may yet fall.







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About The Author Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small andhome-based businesses learn how to profit online. Dr. Lant is the author of 18 books and the book,'Insubstantial Pageant: Ceremony and Confusion at Queen Victoria's Court' was the result of beingthe first American to gain access to the Royal Archives at Windsor Castle.

Republished with author's permission by Dale Thomson http://HomeBizGroup5000.com.

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