My Kingdom for a Kiss??

When I was  a very young, impressionably quixotic kid, I grew up hearing over and over again from my favorite aunt that the most romantic, glorious, and dreamy example of a Man’s undying love for a Woman was Edward VIII’s (King of England) abdication of his throne to marry a divorcee, Wallis Warfield Simpson.  The story went that in England in those times (1936) it was scandalously impermissible to be both King and married to a divorced woman.  So Edward gave up the kingdom for love.  For a kiss!  Sooo romantic!

It turns out now, however, that Edward, reduced to the duke of Windsor, was apparently entirely pissed for being compelled to abdication.  Hence, he began to conspire with the Nazis and the fascists during the Second World War to create a revolution in England, overthrow the Churchill government, depose his newly enthroned younger brother, George VI, and reinstall himself as King and his wife as Queen Wallis.  This conspiracy was uncovered by English intelligence and thereafter he was closely “handled”  by the Royal family and relegated to a position of total obscurity and innocuousness as the governor of the Bahamas for the duration of the War.  The story of “incredible, all-surrendering romance” was then further hyped by English intelligence and the Royal family in order to maintain a false decorum of Royal propriety and suppress any rumors of dark intrigue.

This fairly recent revelation, to me, has had the equivalent shock value to my childhood-nurtured thoughts about love and romance that Watergate had upon my faith in government and elected officials.  I guess that the old adage that “all’s fair in love and war” is literally true.  Especially when, as in Edward’s case, love was war.

In response to my previous blog, John, the CEO of Xanga posted the following comment which I think is deserving, due both the the stature of the pronouncement and the elucidation therein found, of more exposure.

I applaud John for being so forthright and prompt with this clarification.  I am much relaxed in finding his outlook kindred and relieved to have him dispel the hazy speculations that were lingering about this rather unusual "news" post:

sometimes you amaze me, nfp.

i didn't affiliatize the link...  i was just wondering what the heck oneirocritica meant and found out it was a book - so i linked to it.  xanga doesn't make any money off of the link.  feel free to mouse over it - there's no affiliate code.

lately, i've been thinking about featuring some sites that are using xanga in different ways...  didn't realize this would upset anyone.  maybe i'll create a separate part of the frontpage to feature random
sites...  you are right, maybe it's not a good idea to mix "xanga news" with "interesting sites".

ok, and now for my emotional reaction: i really enjoy your blog, even when you are attacking me or criticizing xanga.  lately it's getting to me tho...  maybe i'm just getting tired after working startup-hours for a few years.  despite this, however, you are free to say whatever you want - i've tried hard to make xanga a censorship-free zone...

btw, please don't bother jodi...  i just thought her dream-blog was neat.  she had nothing to do with this "conspiracy".  in fact, if you ever suspect another conspiracy and want to bounce it off of me, feel free to bounce it off of me at john at xanga dot net.  (fyi, there's no ploy to get celebrities blogging...  i don't know any celebrities!).

i hardly have the moral high ground here - i haven't taken the time to explain to our community what xanga is all about, who works here, etc.  i'm going to take the time to do that on my blog over the next few weeks. 

john
ceo, xanga

And, John, of course, not only will I not bother Jodi (never would), I'll enjoy her continuing contributions as a fellow member. And, as I am now illumined by your above explanation,  I delcare my appreciation for your general support of us as members in such regards.

Elves are immortal.  Nymphs live 10,000 years.  Unicorns last 1,000 years.  Gnomes grow old at 400.  Dwarfs are geriatric at 200.  Trolls die when exposed to sunlight.  But most interestingly of all, fairies remain only until Doomsday--dies irae, dies illa. 

There seems to be a trend which may signify a curious coincidence or some deeper underlying pattern in the structure of language with words that end with the long vowel sound o.  Just a simple listing by cruising through the alphabet: doe, foe, go, hoe, joe, low, mow, no, roe, sow, tow, woe.  Doe and roe are both forest creatures which serve as lowly prey to numerous predators which are their woeful foes. A hoe digs in the dirty dirt in which a lowly farmer can sow the hay which he will then mow.  We go to the coffeeshop for a cup of joe because we’re feeling low (and coffee’s a stimulant). No?

I once propped Holly to the top
'Cause I liked our world so Green;
Two props for VeryModern
Just crowned her Xanga's queen.