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The King receives state-allocated funds and is informed by the government about peerages offered to politicians.

THE ROYAL MARIONETTE THEATER

Are we really pretending this isn’t a gilded farce? The King—this symbolic figurehead with golden carriages and taxpayer-funded palaces—gets handed a wad of cash from the very government that then parades its own cronies before him for peerage like it’s the bloody VIP line at a Westminster nightclub. What exactly is regal about being a ceremonial rubber-stamper for a rotating cast of political opportunists? The divine right has become the divine farce, dressed up in pageantry and pretending it’s democracy with ermine and medals.

This whole spectacle is a grotesque ballet of hypocrisy: the government buys legitimacy through the King, and the King pretends to bestow honor like he’s above it all—when in fact, he’s knee-deep in the mud of political reward systems. Honors for donors. Titles for sycophants. And we foot the bill, all while being told this is “tradition”—as if tradition justifies corruption dressed in antique costumes. Outrageous doesn’t even begin to cover it. It’s constitutional cosplay for the ruling class.

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