Is this irony? The truth as you see it? A meme of some sort? I will take it at face value because then my ego is placated, and the true spirit of Yuletide can flow.
I despair for my country, born when I was, we appeared to have begun the trek away from the gentry and the class system, but it was a hollow dream, the vast estates with people pinned beneath the expectation of servitude to Lord and Lady Bucktooth and their inbred haemophiliac offspring has morphed into a neoliberal nouveau-riche venality where the sense of entitlement comes not from the crest above the door or the old cavalry uniforms in the east-wing, but the offshore accounts buying the same school places, holidays in St Morritz and the black centurion or the Dubai first Royalle credit card approach to life, vis-à-vis, I have it, I deserve it and I’m going to keep it.
Old piles with their roots in the slave trade have new owners, with theirs in the new postmodern slave systems of emergent economies and zero-hour contracts and the true Irony is that many of the reforms were enacted by the likes of the Earls of Shaftsbury’s, wealthy philanthropists working with the Unionised workers on hours, holidays, and healthcare, all these are now under threat again from the shiny faced Saville suited infinitely corruptible, reading from the bible of Gordon Gecko.