Yesterday afternoon, after hearing the pre-commute traffic and weather report, I decided to go on a news blackout. I just couldn't deal with the amount of coverage that today's royal wedding was getting. I get it, England's second most popular redhead is getting married to a cute commoner from overseas. I guess it's the Irish in me, but I really couldn't give two fucks... and it's not like Hank will ever be king without some serious Game of Thrones level of violence. I suppose Hank is an okay guy, though he had his asshole 'bro' stage, he seems like he is now 'very fine people'. At any rate, he and brother Billy turned out better than Uday and Qusay... and it's funny that Vulgarmort was not invited to the nuptials, most likely out of fear that he'd sexually harass the bride. Luckily, I'll be working graveyard shifts this weekend, so I don't even have to listen to the traffic report before heading off to work, risking news exposure.
All snarking aside, I find the amount of coverage that the American media is devoting to this event unseemly... the raison d'être for the founding of this nation was so we didn't have to deal with people like Prince Hank and his family. This lesson used to be taught to our children by the media.