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Why should they feel ashamed? It's hardly their fault they were born into the family that they were.

Well let's see....For starters, living extravagantly and flagrantly off the backs and wallets of their countrymen while being basically worthless "jewelry props"?

Besides, I think it's kind of nice to have some cultures that revere tradition. We got away from it, and while freedom is wonderful, it's also bought us a very vulgar, uncouth society.

Give me vulgar anyday. We have enough problems with people who THINK they are royalty (aka Hillary).

And for those of you who didn't care much for her, remember, she was only human and it's not such an easy job having a sister that everyone bows down before while they're ignoring you. How would you like to be known as the "spare"?

Oh yeah, she had it tough alright. Pullllllleeeeze. I feel bad when anyone dies but I felt worse when Mother Theresa died than either this death or that airhead princess Diana.

I'm sorry to be here and posting amongst people who know better than I, but I have to say that I have just been on the streets of our fayre village, and there are literally dozens of people walking round, crying, wringing their hands and asking "why her? why now? has God forsaken us in the jubilee year?"

I feel empty inside that such a wonderful person can be taken away from us at such a time. Unlike Diana, who plotted with the Zionists and Communists to rid us of royalty, Margaret was one of the people - truly - she enjoyed the odd drink and smoked the odd cigarette, yet the subversives who run the media over here are inplyig that these directly caused her death.

To everyone - bless you - here on FR, I would ask one simple question: you recall that Margaret scalded her feet in an 'accident' around two years ago? Ask yourself, why was nobody ever implicated or brought to book for such an act? It's easy to say it was a poor confused old lady having an accident, but I assure you, these things don't just happen.

Anyhow, I must away to the Church to pray for her soul. The local cub and brownie packs are assembling in the village square as I write - I wish Margaret could have seen another Spring in her own fayre land.