Murder Safari

The news for the last few days has been full of the gripping exploits of Prince Harry, who it seems has been serving a short apprenticeship in the death factory (otherwise known as the Royal Army). In particular, it seems that he has been directing others far overhead to drop fire on people, from a hilltop far away, managing to participate in the slaughter of 30 people by all accounts.

There is some debate about whether he should be there at all. Unfortunately, that debate is not about whether he or anyone else should be participating in the Great Oil War, but rather whether his presence has been endangering his own side! One would think the Taliban would realise that a precious asset like that would never be put in a position of vulnerability – not without body armour anyway, which would mark him out from the rest.

What seems to have been missed here is that there is a difference between a war – where two armies are fighting – and an occupation: moreover, there is a difference between combat – where two groups of people are fighting – and murder at a distance for the sake of one’s future career in UK PLC. There are only three people standing between him and the crown: why murder ten times that many just for a CV entry, when he could go direct? Hell, that’s a war I could get behind.

I bet the bastard sleeps like a baby tonight. Hopefully when the war’s effects come home to roost, they’ll have to sleep more lightly, and instead of being seen as a war hero he’ll be seen for what he is – another inbred fool with blood on his hands.

Tony Cakes.