We fought a revolution to get rid of this nonsense; everywhere, insecure peasants long for its return

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Her plan to peddle luggage under the “Sussex Royal” name derailed, Meghan Markle takes solace in the notion of “Royal Blood”, “Regardless of the name, Harry and Archie have royal blood and no one can take that away. As a family, they will always be considered royalty.”

The lady’s a pathetic, B-list television actress, claiming a sense of worth by clinging to a myth of a superiority somehow magically transferred by blood. But there’s a market for Markel and her illusions, comprised of other hopeless losers who find their identity in worshiping movie stars, royalty (English royalty; few in this country seem to claim a relationship to, say, the King of Bulgaria), and sports teams. Poor sods.

But the lady sells herself short by hitching her quest for identity to her husband’s inherited title because in fact, Meghan herself can claim “royal blood” through Henry VIII: her 12th great grandmother was second cousin to Henry’s third wife, Jane Seymour. Henry is considered one of England’s worst monarchs, rivaled perhaps, only by his predecessors, John I and Edward II, but does that matter? Can Kevin Costner act?

Wikipedia sums it up nicely: From a genetic, scientific perspective, it is theoretically true that "statistically, most of the inhabitants of Western Europe are probably descended from William the Conqueror; they are equally likely to be descended from the man who groomed his charger."[5]

Horse turds.

There’s always the Royal Seal; no one’s saying they can’t use that