THE BOTTOM LINE
If I'd been born in England, I would be one of those who wave the British flag with great conviction at each and every one of the Queen's jubilees.
I say this in jest, but I have to admit that this lady inspires a certain admiration in me.
It's not easy to reach 69 years on the throne in a world dominated by men and surrounded by useless people like her son, and still be there to tell the tale.
Whether parliamentary monarchies work better or worse, for me I think it's an anachronism to have heads of state inherited from father to son. Of course, if you're going to have a blue-blooded family, you should always go for professionals like the Windsors, experts in understanding their own. Just a day after Harry and Meghan told the world what a royal household is all about by pretending to be surprised, Buckingham Palace responded by showing its "concern" at the statements of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, whose - in many cases obvious - assertions of what royalty is all about were well worth seven million dollars.
Well, what a difference, eh? Without taking away the seriousness of the fact that someone might find the skin colour of a royal great-grandson a problem, I find it surprising the hype given by a large part of Spanish society to everything that happens in that family, while in our country nothing happens when the King Emeritus is in the Middle East while he gets his relationship with the taxman in order, Urdangarín goes in and out of prison and the Infantas Elena and Cristina trip and fall over the Chinese vaccine (how ironic) against Covid.
The Windsors make me envious. Or rather, Elizabeth II, whom neither Harry nor Meghan have criticised in the slightest. They save the Queen, because the Queen - though cold and calculating - is a professional at what she does.
Let them learn.