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Queen Elizabeth: A Bridge Between Greatness and Decline | FrontPage Magazine
By that point I had long since moved to Norway, where, from the very beginning, there were two things above all that weirded me out about the place: it had an established church, and it had a king. I, a descendant of men who had taken up arms to free America from George III, was now an official resident of a kingdom. To be sure, King Harald V is a constitutional monarch, but still. His picture is on the ten- and twenty-kroner coins. When you walk around downtown Oslo, there’s the royal palace at the very end of the main street, a constant reminder that the guy is, at least nominally, in charge. Every May 17, on the anniversary of the Norwegian Constitution, armies of schoolchildren march past the royal palace carrying flags, and as they pass the second-story balcony from which the king and his family review this spectacle, the kids lower their flags in tribute. That used to drive me nuts – the idea of kids being taught to bow and scrape, if only metaphorically, to some dude who just happened to have been born into the right family.
I’m still no monarchist. I’m too American for that. But after more than a decade in Europe, I have, shall we say, a more nuanced picture of it all. I still consider Beatrix feckless and cowardly. The royal family of Sweden, too, is a rather silly bunch.
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