You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
The nude photos of the future queen of England.
First she was topless. Now she is buck ass naked.
What a Royal Pain in the Ars.
Morning news shows said riveting things like “revealing” and
“welcome to your new life”
Being the queen can be a bitch.
Getting your picture taken and your personal space violated probably does come with the territory, but it still sucks.
It’s not like she’s a Penthouse model. She’s a Royal. She’s not on whore dot com. She’s the future queen.
Some damn respect, please.
She’s on a balcony, and I think she has a reasonable expectation of privacy. But not in today’s cock roach infested, moon-scope toting world.
The Topless pictures were bad enough. Now bottomless pictures of the Duchess of Cambridge are on the internet. Yikes. That’s gotta be big money for the tabloids, right. It’s still Wrong.
It’s just creepy. The woman is reserved and private and she is changing her swim suit and she’s on her balcony and someone with a NASA sized telephoto lens visually rapes her from a zip code away.
I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit.
Do I blame the perps who took the pictures? yes.
Do I blame their employers who run the tabloids, of course.
But I blame you too.
Yes you.
If you bought the magazine, you helped subsidize this obscenity.
If you clicked on her royal nakedness on the internet, then you should register yourself as a part time sex offender.
I don’t know.
I guess getting your princess junk photographed and broadcast to the world comes with the territory, but to me it just sucks ass.
And that is crazy.™