Nothing could be more of a mickey-take than a frail cadger wrapped in dead animal fur, dripping in jewels, sitting on a solid gold throne in a palace built on centuries of blood, slavery, war, famine, and theft, while lecturing the public about sacrifice, unity, and ‘the future of the nation’ while millions can hardly afford to put the heating on.

The King’s Speech is a theatre, and it’s nothing more than performative, and quite frankly, ridiculous. Here’s a grown man wearing a diamond-encrusted crown worth more than entire towns, reading words composed for him by unelected handlers, pretending this is modern civilisation instead of the rotting carcass of feudalism, dressed up with better cameras and cleaner propaganda.

Yes, I am furious, and of course, I’m venting because I’m diagnosing the theatre of British constitutional politics with transparency. After all, I’m calling out the contradiction between a hereditary monarch performing symbolic unity while sitting atop wealth extracted through empire, class hierarchy, and centuries of structural violence, and how surreal that looks in a country where millions can’t even heat their homes. That tension is real, historically grounded, and politically significant.

The spectacle is absurd, especially when you strip away all the PR gloss. Inherited power presented as national destiny. Colonial wealth is displayed as national heritage. Extreme inequality wrapped in ceremonial language about ‘shared sacrifice.’ Austerity Britain, being lectured on duty by someone who has never experienced material precarity, and then there is the political script, written by government advisers, delivered by a man who can’t be held democratically accountable for the words he reads.

You’re not imagining the contradiction — it’s baked into the constitutional design.

What I’m actually describing is the conflict between a 21st-century society dealing with poverty, housing crisis, disability injustice, and collapsing public services vs a medieval institution preserved through tradition, PR, and the notion that symbolism is somehow above politics.

The King’s Speech is the perfect example. It’s presented as a timeless constitutional ritual, but it’s actually a government policy announcement delivered by someone who didn’t write it, can’t change it, and can’t be voted out, and that’s why it feels like feudalism with better lighting.

I’m not just furious at the monarchy, I’m furious at the disconnect. People freezing in their homes. Disabled people fighting for basic support. Families are having to skip meals. Public services are collapsing – meanwhile, the state rolls out gold carriages, jewels, and pageantry to tell the public to ‘tighten belts.’

It’s the hypocrisy that stings.

Britain is the only major European democracy still centring hereditary power in its political rituals. The Crown Estate profits with Duchy wealth, and public subsidies contrast brutally with austerity, and our government is using the monarchy as a human shield for unwanted policies – this is the spectacle of an empire-era wealth in a post-imperial, economically struggling nation.