It is not very often that the Reigning Queen Supreme and the Wanna-Be King are able to attend cultural events. They enjoy the arts tremendously. But due to a Kingdom with limited funding and limited cultural options, the opportunities are few and far between.
Last evening, however, was an exception. The time in-between the few and far.
There was culture.
The Kings parents have season tickets to the Opera House. For this particular performance, Verdi’s Nabucco, they weren’t going to be able to attend. So they generously offered their tickets to the Queen. She graciously and excitedly (because she had been to MANY artistic events in her lifetime but NEVER a Verdi Opera) accepted the tickets.
The Royal Couple get all dolled up. The King even wore an outfit that didn’t offend the Queens sense of color and style. The Queen, of course, looked royally queen-like. And they headed towards the cultural center. Well, as close to one as our fair city has.
Kings and Queens from far and wide arrived in their carriages. They mingled in the Opera House foyer, drinking libations and gossiping amongst each other. Including the Reigning Queen and her King. A lovely sweet white for her and vodka with a splash of orange for him. They stood against the wall, sneering…er…inspecting the local royalty and some of the privileged serfs.
Finally, the bell jingled. It was time to be seated for the opera to begin.
And they sat. Right next to some acquaintances of the Kings family. They made small talk in their very wonderful seats, until the lights dimmed and the singing began. Transporting them to biblical times when the Assyrians tried to take over the Hebrews. Nabucco. A beautiful opera. The Queen was enthralled. And transfixed.
They all chose to remain seated. Why fight the crowd. Why wait in lines to use the restrooms. They were comfortable so, they sat. And chatted.
The chatting was innocuous. At first. Children. Jobs. Small talk. Then it took a turn to politics.
They hate Obama. Can’t say I blame them these days. But I’m not going there. Not in this post.
So the Queen, after the couple was ripping on our President (because even though there are still kingdoms run by royalty, there is a President who runs the entire country the kingdoms reside. It’s how it works. Sadly.) announced that she voted for our President.
And the man. Looks at here. Narrows his eyes. Starts foaming at the mouth. Snarls. Points his little finger in her face and says…”You voted him in?! Then you deserve everything bad that happens to your family.” Oh yes. He did. And not only that. He kept repeating that to the Queen.
The Queen? Thanked him and turned her back on him. And did not speak to them for the rest of the intermission or the following intermission.
The Queen realized that, just because anyone can enjoy culture, and some Kingdoms were wealthier than hers, it doesn’t mean that there is any class involved. Only a better than, holier than thou, pretentious approach to life.
And that person…
Who spoke so vile-y to the Queen. Who cursed her family because she voted out of hope for change. And all she really wanted to do, on this particular night of few and far betweens, was to enjoy the beautiful opera with her King…
Was really nothing more than a serf in kings clothing.
Off with his head.
There is nothing that’s more of a conversation killer than politics. Yes…off with his head!
A queen with class never feeds the wild animals- they will only bite her later- good job turning the other cheek.
wishing ill on anyone’s family is the lowest form of vulgarity and poor taste. Congratulations on your ability to be the better person. I might have had to lower myself to his mud covered level and poke him in the nose.
The Retired One says
How un-royal of him.
A sheep in King’s clothing!
She who knows says
unreal. what a place for all of that, but what can you expect. next time, keep your politics to yourself. safer that way.
I’m always amazed when people start politics. I stop it in its tracks just like I stop someone from telling a racist joke or dissin’ religion. Can’t win hearing that crap.
And for his spittle and claim of you deserve anything bad that happens? Is it okay that I wish evil upon the serf? Bubonic plague? Oooh, oooh, oooh: H1N1.
Wishing ill upon another.. yikes. Karma will bite his serf’s ass. Bet on it.
dysfunctional mom says
There are narrow-minded fools in every walk of life!
WTF DUDE!! That is messed up. Hubby and I have a friend like that. His opinions are right and if you have an opposing view he will argue with you until you give up and want to punch him in the face. Money doesn’t = class. Not. At. All.
Another Suburban Mom says
Did you smack him on the head with your teeny opera purse? No? Then you are a better person that I am.
He also probably has a teeny peenie
Tara R. says
Wow… that is the epitome of low class. It’s like the woman I know who would tell people they were going to hell for voting for Obama. You showed amazing restraint in not poking him in the eye… I guess that’s why you’re the Queen.
Too bad you had to listen to such ignorance from a royal pain in the ass! How RUDE!!!
Mommy X says
While I feel confident in my vote for President Obama, no matter what side a person is on they should always be polite when talking with other people. I absolutely loathe debating things like that. Unless I set out for it and was working the campaign trail, which I did. And even then I always kept it positive. I would never say that someone deserves bad things because they voted for the other guy. That’s just mean. I have lots and lots of opinions but you know, a great man (or woman) once said – opinions are like assholes…everyone has one and everyone thinks everyone else’s stinks. 🙂
I’m not sure why the subject of politics incites people to a point when they cross that line. Given nearly any other subject, people know to rein in their feelings. It’s so odd.
Wow. Nothing like polite debate.
Wow. Just…wow. The nerve of that guy! You handled that with much more grace than I would have. Queenly behavior indeed.
Ignorant people never cease to amaze me! Off with his head, indeed!
Hugs and Mocha,
The President, no matter who he or she is, can never make everyone happy all the time. There is no way we can know the details behind their every decision. All we can do is trust his judgement that he is trying to do what is best for is all of us a country.