I read the original(?) bit on this from the Australian Guardian, and maybe I'm missing additional context on what it was exactly she was testing. It just seemed kind of random.
But anyway, my Burgerbrain always bristles at how absolutely cucked (only appropriate word, I'm afraid) Brits and commonwealth countries are in regards to such small things like capitalizing the Q in "Queen" (princess and goddess were not) when not used as a title with a name and also not used in place of an actual queen's name. I love teaching the English English :)
That lady is delusional. She really thinks she's a queen!
Last year Queen Lizzy visited! Now she's dead, bruv!
Too true, mate. Dead, buried, rotting. The Queen ain't no queen anymore.
The Guardian and the government of Australia can thank me via cash payments. I accept checks. No IOUs; the Brits can't be trusted.
And before anyone says "style guides" and whatever else, yes, I know generally how that works. That's my entire point, though. They're subverting their own (shit) language just for the sake of some old, dead bat. Maybe the style was around before ol' Lizzy, but I have a feeling, originating from my ass, that they adopted that style sometime during her life/"reign." Because, as I asserted near the beginning, the English and their little family of countries are cucks. Their only redemption resides in the examples set by France and Russia. Do the thing. Embrace the spirit of Sarajevo in 1914. It won't actually change anything, but it sure would be fucking hilarious.
Ah. Now that you've said this, you must ask yourself:
Do YOU care more than YOU should about his caring more than he should, or is having opinions on what others should care about a spurious exercise in mental masturbation?
I dunno about that. Ask all the weeping Brits when ol' Lizzy croaked. Or for that matter all the also-weepy Americans who were sucking up to the monarchy.
Every time I've ever mentioned that the UK shouldn't have a royal family, I always get told I care too much by people who clearly cared enough to tell me I care too much but how they don't care...at least I'm not alone in my mind-chamber of sadness.