This week is notable for numerous reasons: the appalling devastation wrought in Nepal, the anniversary of end of the Vietnam war, and of course International Workers’ Day.

What it is not notable for is the potentially imminent arrival of yet another royal parasite.

But no, it would seem that this is the gripping issue of the day that the fourth estate, perhaps bored into terminal ennui by the endless politicking and general poncing about in the run up to May 7, has elected to focus on.

Much has been made of the mythical Great British character in recent days — the pluck, the fortitude, the ingenuity of our island race.

But this week has shown what all the self-serving platitudes and obsequious paternalism failed to do.
Namely we are a nation of braindead idiots.

At a time when thousands have died and further thousands have been left homeless and destitute as a result of the Nepalese earthquake, forced to take refuge in temporary shelter under canvas, it is particularly galling to see the numpties voluntarily camping outside a London hospital to welcome the birth of the latest Windsor sprog.

Some of these morons have been there for weeks waiting for the ejaculation of the latest member of the ruling classes into a life of tax-payer funded pampered luxury.

Yet interestingly they don’t seem to be beaten insensible by the constabulary and hauled up in front of the courts as peace campaigners did when, I think it could safely be argued, providing a much greater public service.

The message here is clear — as long as you’re waving a butcher’s apron and tugging your forelock that’s fine, you can basically do what you want, but hold a placard showing dead children and that’s a public nuisance.

Keen-eyed news hounds will point out that this is not entirely true and that at least one of these supremely subservient sycophants had his collar felt this week when his fellow campers bizarrely claimed he was an impostor.

Probably one of those shape-shifting lizard people.

The only miraculous thing about the whole situation is the fact that two mouth-breathing muppets actually achieved a coupling — consciously or otherwise, possibly without the aid of a footman.

And speaking of acts of crass folly…

As previously mentioned, this week also marked the official end of the disastrous attempt by the US to slaughter half of Vietnam — and by extension bomb Cambodia and Laos “back into the stone age” in the words of war criminal in chief Henry Kissinger.

Kissinger of course remains the only person ever to receive the Nobel Peace Prize for prolonging a war.

As examples of criminal military and ideological stupidity go, the Vietnam war takes some beating.

Or rather it did until you factor in Iraq (twice), Afghanistan, Libya and Syria.

The world’s mightiest military force was brought to its knees by a band of dedicated but massively outgunned guerillas.

Sound familiar? Rather than learn the lessons of their failed imperialist past the US and its lackeys seem hell bent on repeating it again and again.

The only discernible difference is that they’ve swapped Agent Orange for white phosphorus and depleted uranium.

Oh, and they’re rather more squeamish about sending in the meat puppets now, preferring to commit murderous slaughter by remote control.

But then what can you expect from a country that steadfastly refuses to believe in evolution and the majority of whose population think was granted to them by God rather than as a direct result of genocidal land grabbing?

Albert Einstein, no slouch in the thinking department, defined insanity as “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

While no less a personage than Sir Arthur Greeb Streebling, when asked whether he had learned from the calamitous mistakes regarding his ill-advised Frog and Peach restaurant venture, responded thus: “Absolutely, and I’m sure I could repeat them exactly.”

There you have British and US domestic and foreign policy in a nutshell.

Happy May Day Comrades!