Lately I've noticed one thing about our world in which we inhabit: we are all giant shit heads. I guess I lied when I said lately because it has been completely noticeable since the day that a prick 5-year-old stole my eraser in preschool and my teacher made me "share." In fact, based on scrutiny with 20 years of experience, I've found out that our whole world is filled with utter pricky-ness. Let me give you an example.
One of my favorite people in history (and of all time, really) is Lady Diana Spencer. She was beautiful, she was smart, she had grace, and she sincerely cared about everyone. Plus, she was in line to be the freaking QUEEN OF ENGLAND. What's not to love about her? That wasn't the reason why I loved her the most though. Just like everyone else in this stupid, God-forsaken planet, she was human. I've read a ton of books and biographies on her, mostly because I find her to be one of the most interesting and strong women that our world has ever known. I'm proud to be born in the same hospital room that she was born in, too. (true story, I have proof)
Besides being known as the People's Princess, she did share issues that every common woman in this world shares. She struggled with an unjust relationship, an eating disorder, addiction, and countless suicide attempts. But unlike a lot of those women, she was in the spotlight of the entire world, staring down at her whenever she made a single mistake. I can barely look my teacher in the eye after I get a failing grade on a homework assignment. The strength that she possessed was like nothing that anyone could ever imagine.
Even though she struggled with a ton of issues, the people of our world wouldn't leave her the hell alone. She was forced everyday to literally run down the streets of London, surrounded by body guards, knowing that thousands of people wanted the chance to kill her with as many bullets as they could possibly acquire in the allotted time. Luckily for those bastards, Princess Di was eventually killed in an auto crash while trying to get away from the paparazzi chasing her with cameras.
I was 7 when the car crashed and I remember being so very devastated. Being a British gal with a Brit father, I grew up with strong admiration for her. However, I do understand that this was investigated and eventually became known as an accident. There are thousands of speculations claiming that the driver was drunk, it was murder, it was an unknown controversy, whatever, whatever, blah blah blah. The point is, Princess Diana died an awful, hideous, death. One that came as a shock of all of England.
Now, this situation is upsetting. It get's me furious, trust me. But it's not what gets me the most upset. What gets me so furious is how the world reacted to it. When I searched google for "Diana Pictures," the first thing that came up was, "Princess Diana Death Pictures." This just..... kills me. Utterly kills me. This strong woman being murdered by paparazzi, and then broadcasted by those heartless wankers that only seek money and fame, who don't even care that they just destroyed the life of one of the most amazing women our world, our planet, our freaking universe has ever known. HOW DARE YOU PEOPLE. I am so disgusted and hurt and it's something that I can't think about for too long before I feel like puking and shooting everyone in this Starbucks. I won't, but I just feel like it.
Another situation that bothers me was the shooting of Teddy Roosevelt. John Shrank shot him right through the flesh of Roosevelt's heart over a POLITICAL INDIFFERENCE. Roosevelt still gave a speech with a bullet lodged into his body. Regretfully for Shrank, "it takes more than one bullet to kill a bull mouse."
There have been countless other murders, shootings, and injured leaders, all because of our stupid and hideous nation. Don't get me started on Grace Kelly. Right now, all I want to do is hug Princess Diana and tell her that I am so sorry for being associated with the human race. That's all. I'm going to go back to drinking my coffee and snapping my fingers to the improvisational jazz that Starbucks is playing a little too loud over their treble-induced speakers. Be glad I'm not a history major, folks. I would probably turn into a feminist or a civil rights activist. Arrivaderchi.
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