As Syria slaughters hundreds, its ambassador gets wedding invite denied to Blair and Brown

April 28, 2011

* A “Who’s Who” of Arab dictators are invited to tomorrow’s British royal wedding, at the advice of the British Foreign office. But Tony Blair and Gordon Brown are not invited -- many believe because the Queen disapproved of the Iraq War, and the ousting by force of Arab dictator Saddam Hussein.

* Invitation to Syrian ambassador “borders on the grotesque”


Bahrain’s Salman bin Hamad al-Khalifa, with Prince Charles in 2004

 

Update:

Within the last few minutes, the invitation to the Syrian ambassador has been withdrawn – the first time in living memory that an invitation to a royal wedding has been withdrawn the day before the wedding. However, the fact that he was invited is still a source of shame, and the points in the dispatch below remain relevant, in my view.

Update 2:

It has been revealed that the former chief of Bahrain’s “torture service” will be attending tomorrow’s royal wedding. Sheikh Khalifa Bin Ali al-Khalifa, who is now the Bahraini ambassador to London, is a former head of Bahrain’s National Security Agency accused of electric shocks and beatings. Other detainees were raped.


INVITATION “BORDERS ON THE GROTESQUE”

By Tom Gross

The revelation last night that the Syrian ambassador to London, Dr Sami Khiyami, has been invited to tomorrow’s British royal wedding, while former British prime ministers Tony Blair and Gordon Brown have been excluded from the guest list, “borders on the grotesque,” said a number of British MPs.

Other former British prime ministers, including John Major and Margaret Thatcher, have been invited, as has David Cameron. (All surviving former prime ministers attended Prince Charles’s marriage to Lady Diana Spencer in 1981.)

St Andrews, the Scottish university where Prince William met his bride-to-be Kate Middleton, has been given large donations by the Syrian regime.

Seven more royal tyrants or their envoys from around the world are on tomorrow’s royal guest list despite their records of repression and torture.

Among them are Prince Mohamed bin Nawaf bin Abdulaziz of Saudi Arabia, Sayyid Haitham bin Tariq Al Said of Oman, and Bahrain’s crown prince, Sheikh Salman bin Hamad al-Khalifa.

All three leaders have overseen the shooting dead of pro-democracy campaigners in their countries in recent weeks, and the Saudi leader has sent paramilitary units into neighboring Bahrain to help round up and torture pro-democracy campaigners there.

ANOTHER BAHRAINI BLOGGER DIES IN POLICE CUSTODY

Last week another Bahraini blogger was beaten to death in police custody. This morning four more democracy activists in Bahrain were sentenced to death.

(It seems that Bahrain’s crown prince is too busy overseeing the continuing repression at home to attend. This week he informed the British royal family that he doesn’t have time to go to the wedding.)

Other despots invited tomorrow include Sheikh Ahmad Hmoud Al-Sabah of Kuwait and the Emir of Qatar.

Meanwhile, one of the few countries in the world that the British Queen has refused to visit during her almost 60 year reign is Israel, the Middle East’s only democracy. Her royal advisers, including those at the Britain foreign office, have persuaded her not to.

You may wish to draw your own conclusions as to why they won’t let a British Monarch visit a Jewish country.

I attach an article below on the royal wedding by Christopher Hitchens, who is a subscriber to this email. I realize that not everyone will agree with what he has to say, though I generally share his views.

-- Tom Gross

 

Thanks to Andrew Sullivan at The Daily Beast, Jonah Goldberg at The National Review, Abby Schachter at The New York Post, and all the others who linked to this dispatch.

A version of the above article also appears on The Commentator here.

Among past recent dispatches on Syria, please see:

* Carrying out acts of terror is nothing new for the Assad family
* Syria’s Assad is worse than Gaddafi in many ways


Prince William and Kate Middleton

BEWARE THE IN-LAWS

Does Kate Middleton really want to marry into a family like this?
By Christopher Hitchens
Slate
April 18, 2011

A hereditary monarch, observed Thomas Paine, is as absurd a proposition as a hereditary doctor or mathematician. But try pointing this out when everybody is seemingly moist with excitement about the cake plans and gown schemes of the constitutional absurdity’s designated mother-to-be. You don’t seem to be uttering common sense. You sound like a Scrooge. I suppose this must be the monarchical “magic” of which we hear so much: By some mystic alchemy, the breeding imperatives for a dynasty become the stuff of romance, even “fairy tale.” The usually contemptuous words fairy tale were certainly coldly accurate about the romance quotient of the last two major royal couplings, which brought the vapid disco-princesses Diana and Sarah (I decline to call her “Fergie”) within range of demolishing the entire mystique. And, even if the current match looks a lot more wholesome and genuine, its principal function is still to restore a patina of glamour that has been all but irretrievably lost.

The British monarchy doesn’t depend entirely on glamour, as the long, long reign of Queen Elizabeth II continues to demonstrate. Her unflinching dutifulness and reliability have conferred something beyond charm upon the institution, associating it with stoicism and a certain integrity. Republicanism is infinitely more widespread than it was when she was first crowned, but it’s very rare indeed to hear the Sovereign Lady herself being criticized, and even most anti-royalists hasten to express themselves admiringly where she is concerned.

I am not sure how deserved this immunity really is. The queen took two major decisions quite early in her reign, neither of which was forced upon her. She refused to allow her younger sister Margaret to marry the man she loved and had chosen, and she let her authoritarian husband have charge of the education of her eldest son. The first decision was taken to appease the most conservative leaders of the Church of England (a church of which she is, absurdly, the head), who could not approve the marriage of Margaret to a divorced man. The second was taken for reasons less clear.

The harvest was equally gruesome in both cases: Princess Margaret later married and divorced a man she did not love and then had years to waste as the model of the bone-idle, cigarette-holdered, gin-sipping socialite, surrounded with third-rate gossips and charmers and as unhappy as the day was long. (She also produced some extra royal children, for whom something to do had to be found.) Prince Charles, subjected to a regime of fierce paternal harangues and penitential cold-shower boarding schools, withdrew into himself, was eventually talked into a calamitous marriage with someone he didn’t love or respect, and is now the morose, balding, New Age crank and licensed busybody that we flinch from today. He has also apparently found belated contentment with the former wife of a brother-officer.

Together, Margaret and Charles set the tone for the dowdy, feckless, can’t-stay-married shower of titled descendants with whose names, let alone doings, it is near-impossible to keep up. There are so many of them! And things always have to be found for them to do.

For Prince William at least it was decided on the day of his birth what he should do: Find a presentable wife, father a male heir (and preferably a male “spare” as well), and keep the show on the road. By yet another exercise of that notorious “magic,” it is now doubly and triply important that he does this simple thing right, because only his supposed charisma can save the country from what monarchists dread and republicans ought to hope for: King Charles III. (Monarchy, you see, is a hereditary disease that can only be cured by fresh outbreaks of itself.) An even longer life for the present queen is generally hoped for: failing that a palace maneuver that skips a generation and saves the British from a man who – like the fruit of the medlar – went rotten before he turned ripe.

Convinced republican that I am, and foe of the prince who talks to plants and wants to be crowned “head of all faiths” as well as the etiolated Church of England, I find myself pierced by a pang of sympathy. Not much of a life, is it, growing old and stale with no real job except waiting for the news of Mummy’s death? Some British people claim actually to “love” their rather dumpy Hanoverian ruling house. This love takes the macabre form of demanding a regular human sacrifice whereby unexceptional people are condemned to lead wholly artificial and strained existences, and then punished or humiliated when they crack up.

The last few weeks brought tidings of the latest grotesqueries involving Prince Andrew, Charles’ brother. If I haven’t forgotten anything, he had just recovered from tidings involving overwarm relations with the Qaddafi clan when his ex-wife was found to have scrounged a loan from a wealthy American friend whose record, alas, was disfigured by a conviction for sexual relations with the underage. The loan would have defrayed part of the unending wasteful expenditure that is required to keep the Ferguson girl staggering between scandals and sponsorships. I mean, the whole thing is just so painfully and absolutely vulgar. And, among the queen’s many children and grandchildren, not by any means exceptional behavior either ….

This is why I laughed so loud when the Old Guard began snickering about the pedigree of young Ms. Middleton. Her parents, it appeared, were not quite out of the top drawer. The mother had been an air hostess or something with an unfashionable airline, and the family had been overheard using lethally wrong expressions, such as serviette for napkin, settee for sofa, and – I can barely bring myself to type the shameful letters – toilet for lavatory. Ah, so that’s what constitutes vulgarity! People who would never dare risk a public criticism of the royal family, even in its daytime-soap incarnation, prefer to take a surreptitious revenge on a young woman of modest background. For shame.

Myself, I wish her well and also wish I could whisper to her: If you really love him, honey, get him out of there, and yourself, too. Many of us don’t want or need another sacrificial lamb to water the dried bones and veins of a dessicated system. Do yourself a favor and save what you can: Leave the throne to the awful next incumbent that the hereditary principle has mandated for it.


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