Newtown School Shootings

[Lemur]

Rather entertainingly this whole discussion is taking place on the day the the Queen went to that cabinet meeting.

I am not the author, but this seems like a fine time to reprint this firsthand account of how that went down:



The meeting ended. A mere fifteen minutes into the agenda. Elizabeth dropped the pen, it was crimson with the blood of the fallen so called politicians. They had failed her. They had failed the country. The country she held so dear to her heart. For Elizabeth was not merely the queen of this one realm. But the government of this, her home nation had disappointed her so. It was time for a change she thought.

She licked her lips, and took a deep nasal breath, remembering the day when she last smelled the blood of her victims. So long ago in Zimbabwe. Her second breath brought a different memory though. What was that odour? Gunpowder? No, more subtle that that. Liquorice? Nearly... Elizabeth surveyed the room, slowly taking in the mental panoramic of the glorious dead, then there it was. The lone survivor.

"Fear." Elizabeth mouthed. That was the smell. The lone politician cowered. Hiding behind the bodies of so many fallen. he sobbed slightly. Elizabeth was not amused. "Arise, whelp," the monarch said. "Is this how you wish to die? Clutching the bloated corpse of Kenneth Clarke? Arise, and accept your fate."

The politician pushed the body aside and slowly stood up. Still sobbing. She had not seen sobbing like this since Charles announced his divorce. A young, clean faced man stood before her. Awaiting his fate. "What is your name?" Elizabeth hissed.

"Clegg ma'am. Nick Clegg"

"So, Nicholas. Did you really think you could escape? Are you not aware who I am? Are you not aware of my power? I, Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of your God, of Great Britain, Ireland and the British Dominions beyond the Seas, Queen, Defender of the Faith! Did YOU believe you could escape ME?" Clegg fell to his knees. His fearful sobbing turned to pathetic begging for his life.

"Mercy!" He pleaded

"NO." Stated the monarch. "Your words are nothing to me. I will show you my Mercy." She lifted her sword high. The small square blade slowly extending in the dim Downing Street lights, as if by a darker power. The stub became a blade. The blade became an edge, then she struck the blow.

Cleggs head slumped from his neck. Blood sprayed across the room. Elizabeth could literally taste Cleggs life draining from his useless flesh. She sheathed the Sword of Mercy. Lifted the head of the final politician and headed for the door.

Hordes of people were in Downing Street. Cameras, reporters, from every possible news outlet. The Queen held the head of Clegg aloft, triumphantly.