Keith. We haven't had a King Keith yet.
The poor little baby signed up to come here imagining skateboarding, mountain biking, parties, girlies, music festivals, Thailand, driving route 66, getting wasted, surfing, etc. He'll have none of that.
We had my wife's American cousins over here last year and found ourselves outside Buckingham Palace (like you do
) with something going on - changing of the guard or something, and up by the house were a bunch of lesser Royals dressed in their blazers and ties, along with these poor 8-10 year olds, dressed like little old men, having to watch this boring spectacle and being 'on duty'. These poor children will never do the things we loved to do and I feel extremely sorry for them all. Although King Keith will have a very privileged life removed from the worries of poverty, his life would not be one I would wish upon anyone; metaphorically gazing out of the palace window, watching normal children do fun stuff, whilst having to don another blazer and tie to stand at Westminster Abbey for hours on end at another bloody ceremony. He'll have no freedom to either be a normal child or be a normal adult, or have a normal relationship.
I truly hope he can find happiness in his artificially stunted 'life' and if he is the one to change things to end this ridiculousness, then I wish him well. It isn't his fault he was born into a hot seat. He is not yet one day old, and yet his life is already mapped out by others. The Monarchy is a terrible thing to have in this age of the enlightened and it's way past time it ended.