Charles, Prince of Wales, and his consort Lady Camilla have sent this Christmas card to all those deigned worthy of receiving it.
The photo was taken at the Ascot races in June of this year.
It’s a Rorschach Test of sorts, this image. It evokes a response from all those who are not so privileged, naturally, much like an “oooooomph” when one is punched in the gut by a professional boxer.
Forget all the ‘income inequality” crap now being promoted by the President of the United States, which is little more than an old and very cheap strategy in the waging of class warfare, the only skill this president seems to have, or to excel at.
This image is not so much about class as it is about the accident of birth, and the Mega-Quadrillions lottery of geography and genetics.
How can a Cuban exile, or a Cuban in Castrogonia, interpret this image?
Take a stab at it. Go ahead, even if you are not Cuban. This Rorschach Test, like all of its kind, grants you plenary exegetical powers.
This Babalu blogger, who was once described by a South American journalist as “the least Cuban-like of all Cubans” that she had ever met, cannot speak for all Cubans. He is disqualified, and can only speak for himself.
But, if you’d like to know, the image screams out to him an eardrum-busting caption:
“Camilla, dear, isn’t it fabulous not be Cuban?”