OK, I’ll concede that, in theory at least, any American citizen by birth can be President, unlike a King or Queen. On the other hand, you can also become a monarch depending on your birth, but then it’s the family you’re born into that’s the key, and not the real location of your appearance into this world.
I was born in England, and not in the Royal Lineage, so I can’t be either POTUS or His Majesty. I could be Prime Minister, follow in the footsteps, of Tony Blair and David Cameron. Perhaps not. It doesn’t inspire me at all.
Still, much as I love many things American, I’m happy to have a Monarchy here in Great Britain. I really do think there’s a lot more reverence to the Queen, than to any politician, either side of the Atlantic.
Thing is you see, when the Queen goes on her world tours, she is truly representing her country. Period.
She’s not going with some political axe to grind; or some new foreign policy to sell. If she’s out to sell anything (which I don’t believe she is), than it’s just a bit of UK plc.
Anyway, in my opinion, no politician for at least two or three decades, anywhere in the world has deserved or commanded much lasting respect. They’re all in it for themselves at the end of the day.
The Queen? Well, she’s in it whether she’s liked it or not, and I think, by and large, she’s done a pretty good job over the last 60 years.
Can you think of any politician you’d like to have seen in the top job in their country for the last 60 years? I certainly can’t!
George W. Bush dies.
Obviously he goes to hell, where the Devil is waiting for him.
‘I’m not sure what to do’ says the Devil. ‘You’re on my list, but I have no room for you. As you definitely have to stay here, I’m going to have to let someone else go. I’ve got three folks here who weren’t quite as bad as you. I’ll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I’ll even let you decide who leaves.’
George thought that sounded pretty good, so he agreed.
The Devil opened the first room. In it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of hot water. He kept diving in and climbing out, over and over. Such was his fate in hell. ‘No!’ said George. ‘I don’t think so, I’m not a good swimmer and don’t think I could stay in hot water all day.’
The Devil led him to the next room. In it was Tony Blair with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did wa swing the hammer, time after time. ‘No! I’ve got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I had to do was break rocks all day.’ commented George.
The Devil opened the third door. In it, George saw Bill Clinton lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. George Bush looked at this in disbelief for a while, and finally said , ‘Yeah, I can handle this.’
The Devil smiled and said, ‘OK, Monica, you’re free to Go’!!!!!!