Kate Matt

The guardians of the British monarchical essence are extremely upset by a truly extraordinary fact.

It turns out that the divine Kate Middleton, wife of the crown prince, was human.

That the ethereal princess, capable of showing off the rigid coats of the Sandringham Christmas mass with the naturalness of someone wearing a negligee, had viscera.

That the girl with the eternal smile and the lustrous hair blowing in the wind could go through low hours.

That the regal consort and model mother, capable of wearing the opulent tiaras of the House like someone wearing a beach tiara, had ideas of her own.

And that she has decided that her medical circumstances, beyond announcing in January that she was undergoing abdominal surgery and would be out until Easter, are her business.

Go with Kate.

The princess came out as a frog.

Since leaving her commoner anonymity to marry Prince William, Middleton has scrupulously kept her end of the bargain.

She hasn't made a sound.

She has given birth to three beautiful children, ensuring her line of succession without losing her schoolgirl hips.

She has looked wonderful in each and every one of her official photos.

She has swallowed everything without noticing anything.

And it turns out that, right now, with her father-in-law, King Charles, retired due to an unspecified cancer;

her mother-in-law, Queen Camilla, coming to hunt in Spain, exhausted from replacing him so much;

and her brothers-in-law, Enrique and Meghan, enjoying her Californian exile without losing the opportunity to take advantage of it, Kate is the problem for not allowing herself to be photographed and showing that she is still alive.

You have to fuck yourself, I say,

fuck you.

Let's be honest: we are deprived of a drama.

The first for me.

I would love to see Kate's medical report with hairs, signs and triglycerides.

But she wants to keep it to herself and it is her right: she is not the head of the state.

In the photos we have seen since she disappeared from the map, she always appears sitting, suggesting that her illness may be serious enough to require a long and delicate convalescence.

Not to mention that she may be emotionally touched to the point of wanting to curl up into a ball and not show herself to the world like this and now.

The princesses cry too.

Let them tell Masako from Japan, Charlene from Monaco and her own late mother-in-law, Diana from Wales.

That's why it surprises me so much that it is the most monarchists who blame it the most.

She lives like a queen at the expense of the public treasury, okay, but she is human.

Maybe that's why I'm a Republican.

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