Fat Al, Trampolina, and HRH Princess Caroline attended a ceremony marking the 50th anniversary of the Monaco Constitution. I'm assuming that the song that's sung at the start of the ceremony is the National Anthem? Trampolina doesn't know a word ... then again, it seems that very few in the room were singing along.
BTW, what the hell is she wearing? Is it leather or just a very shiny material?
Principauté Monaco ma patrie, Oh! Combien Dieu est prodigue pour toi. Ciel toujours pur, rives toujours fleuries, Ton Souverain est plus aimé qu'un Roi. Fiers Compagnons de la Garde Civique, Respectons tous la voix du Commandant. Suivons toujours notre bannière antique. Le tambour bat, marchons tous en avant. Oui, Monaco connut toujours des braves Nous sommes tous leurs dignes descendants. En aucun temps nous ne fûmes esclaves. Et loin de nous, régnèrent les tyrans. Que le nom d'un Prince plein de clémence, Nous mourrons tous pour sa propre défense, Mais après nous, combattront nos enfants.
Over a year the Princess and still not knowing at least the lyrics?
Btw it looks like she sobs? What did she had in her drink?
The anthem is sung in Monegasque, not French. I sang it at Alberts avenement on the place du palais. Only people who are Monegasques and/or went to school in MC would probably know it well enough. I doubt that the ministre d'etat knows it. He is used to singing the Marseillaise. Nonetheless as MC princes she neeeds to know it and sing it. Albert is singing it and so is Caro. You can tell how important it is to some by the way they are singing it. I have recognized some of the face of Monegasques present and I know it doesn't go down well with them that she doesn't know it after almost 2 years as princess and many years as princess in waiting. She still doesn't speak fluent French either. You can tell she is absolutely terrified, when she is walking in. She knows that she is incapable of doing what is expected. Jeez she still can't even walk properly on those heels. She should either practice walking or get some shoes she can walk in. Her gait is worse then Fergies, and she had a very unelegant walk. The outfit looks horrible. Why on earth does she walk in with her mouth wide open? Is that sth she has picked up during her years in the pool that when the head comes out of the water you need to gasp for air? She looks like a fish when she does that.... apart from that she looks bored out of her mind. I guess that's why they don't show her that often. Caroline looks great. I guess that's why MC TV doesn't show her too often as she outdoes trashy any day. I guess the Monegasques have plenty of gossip again...and none in her favour. The hair looks greasy too. Just like her skin. She always looks like she needs a good scrub, whereas Grace always looked squeaky clean.
yeah, but Di used it to express how she felt as she couldn't speak openly. Trashy doesn't feel it. She only wants the media to think that so she has them on her side in case she gets booted out. In reality she quite enjoys the perks of her position. She just hates the job itself. And she is terrified (like every narcissist) to be found out as the imposter tha she really is. Her entire behaviour shows that she has not learned a bit about what she needs to be doing and she can't even feign to like it. That's why she is always awkward and looks out of place. Albert needs to speak up. He is barely audible. I know what an awful speaker he is, so at least he managed to prepare this one, but even though he has now a complete moron next to him doesn't seem to give him confidence. Apparently trashy doesn't make him want to be better, he just wants someone who loooks even more stupid and out of place then he does so he can at least appear to be the lesser evil...
That ceiling is beautiful. Otherwise, his speech was even, unhindered by stuttering etc My only observation is that he seemed to be reading out the manual of instructions on how to use the constitution and didn't really talk about its impact, moments in its practical application that may have meant something concrete to the people or brought them together but it's clear some of the constitution's apparatus he clearly enjoys like the consulships and the UN role. I thought Caroline was intensely focused on his speech. Her body language was interested, leaning in, turned towards him. And CC....well, She enters with the expression of an inflatable doll, locates a supporter then right away flashes to the camera. Her legs compared to Caroline when they're sitting are like two thick pillars. The absence of any embellishment makes it look like he could have dragged the kitchen maid (who's probably dressed more interestingly) and plunked her down at his side. Her hair looks like my cute neighbour next door who's about 8, on his way to school in the morning and not to sit in a throne room. He also has more personality but I digress. The audience displayed a nice decorum. I enjoyed the man on the end of the aisle who turned his face slightly to proudly mouth the words during the anthem. He's got spunk. And pride.
A constitution is something so many take for granted. In Canada, our idiotic leaders have never sprung to gather great minds to write our own. Ours is an afterthought and muddled into a bill of rights that was more self-serving to a lawyer PM and his "parish" of grubby, mediocre legal culture.
In Canada, we live in a lie as a practicing federation but on paper, something that could so cure our national ills, simply doesn't exist - a federation of independent member-provinces within a federation superceded by a council of recycled governors who would uphold a bright, beautiful and fair constitution in each territory; the inclusion of our First Nations as UN recognized "Living National Treasures" ; a common currency like we already have and a common defense as we already have. That has long been my Wish List, the one I put forth in my idealistic school days. Alas. We will see a return of the past before we ever see the future.
In the spirit of "la fin du monde" tomorrow, I thought I'd expand on the Canadian lie a bit. I know I'm highjacking Monaco's celebration, I beg for forgiveness. However, this is about our modern "father" of the "constitution" and the sacrificial lamb to the great cause of the Canadian status quo, his wife. Since no one here is truly interested, it's fair game.
Once upon a time, the Rolling Stones came to party in Toronto. They still like to kick off tours here because it's the home of their longtime tour partner. The year is 1977 and Ron Woods didn't meet Margaret Sinclair in a nightclub. The Stones met the PM's wife at a party at a Rosedale home. Her friend Rachel brought her there and was her real emotional rescuer, three little birdies told me.
Our decidedly duplicitous Prime Minister had just been caught in the marital bed with - of all things - a figure skater very popular at the time. He was bewitching on ice but lives where it melts now, in exile. The Stones ended up being Margaret's "rock" and she emotionally survived by joining the circus for a while because it was a lot saner than reality. She was crucified for it but has bounced back, reprogrammed. The political imperative won.