Around 2,000 babies were born in Britain on Monday of this week.
More than 20 of them will have been born into families hit by the bedroom tax. Their parents will have to juggle bills and rent arrears to have anything left for food and nappies.
About 540 will have been born into poverty. Some will have parents who have been thrown out of work. Others will have parents on such meagre wages that they can’t keep up with the cost of living.
Around 600 of them will have parents working in the public sector. They face attacks on their wages and pensions.
And the Tories have slashed the childcare services that many of them would have relied upon.
The 1,000 boys can expect to live to just over 80 years old—on average. Yet those born in mainly working class areas such as Glasgow will die more than a decade earlier.
Most of Britain’s new babies face a bleak future under austerity. But things look a lot brighter for the handful born with silver spoons and more. The top 200 will be 850 times richer than the bottom 200.
About 140 will be privately educated for fees of around £30,000 a year. And they’ll get their parents’ money’s worth, with access to luxury and influence the rest of us can only dream of.
Two of them can expect to rake in more than £150,000 a year when they grow up to a career leeching off everyone else’s hard work.
And one of them has already been given an arcane title, obscene wealth, and the promise of ruling the country.
He will get his face put on stamps while the politicians who pledge allegiance to him stamp on everyone else’s faces.
The entire British media has outdone itself fawning over the new royal baby. This is especially striking from the tabloids that normally have only bile for women who give birth while living on state handouts.
The leeches at Buckingham Palace have made a real effort to make themselves look modern and accessible.
Prince William has a “job” in the upper levels of an army owned by his gran. Kate is a “commoner” with nothing to fall back on but her millionaire parents’ business empire.
It’s understandable that some ordinary people buy into the myth and celebrations, even if just for a few days.
For some it’s a welcome distraction. Three years into David Cameron’s reign of misery, it’s hard to turn a nose up at any glimmer of light to celebrate.
But behind the dazzle and the fairytale nonsense, the royal festivities celebrate nothing but a class war that still plagues our society.