Philip, as with all of the royals, had his share of flaws. He lived a privileged life and lived it for almost exactly a century. No doubt he could be a real shit whenever he felt the moment warranted it. But he was basically a helpmate, not a decision-maker.
I doubt if anybody was surprised when he died, and most of us here in the states didn’t waste much time grieving. But neither were we surprised when Twitter Horribilis sprang to life the moment the news became public.
Suddenly Prince Andrew’s sick follies saw light again. Meghan and Harry popped up: They could have kept this death from happening–and just when Philip was at his prime. On the other hand, why grieve an old fool who took everything and gave nothing?
Thousands of tweets reminded us we really don’t give a shit about the Royals, reminding us we shouldn’t give a shit about the Royals. Warning before we’re barely even awake that feeling anything–anything at all except hatred and rage–will cause all kinds of trouble.
I’m all for opinions. I’m all about opinions. But the ease of opinions on Twitter, the fleeting, reckless drive-bys, the insistence that we all must agree, or else…
This is when I’m ashamed of Twitter. And it happens all too often.
(You’ll notice I didn’t include any Tweets this time. There’s a reason for that.)