Thinking of popping out to topple a statue? Here’s one crying out to be smashed, one that should never have been built, not unless society back then revered wife slaughterers.
|Slob and lecher ... This is the portrait of lechery building in Melanie's articles about a royal disgrace. Topple his statue, good idea, and change the title of the town named his in 'honour'.|
That's when History, how stuff works, reminded me rudely of what memory had let slip.
The article about Henry VIII by Melanie Radzicki McManus prompted memory of that fat fool and lecher, a murderer of, as they say, the first degree. He attempted to disguise lust by his claim that he needed a son, even though it’s the male that decides the gender.
|Divorced ... Melanie's article shows a crooked king's alternative to divorce.|
Anne was Catherine’s maid-of-honour and actually lived in Henry's court. Love — or something possibly somewhat similar — was aroused immediately.
Melanie writes, ‘Henry already had had several mistresses (including Anne's sister Mary) in his quest to have the son and heir that Catherine had been unable to give him.
‘He was infatuated with Anne and wished to bed her too.’
At last the rat proposed
Melanie reports that Anne’s price was to become queen. She turned him down for six years, when – at last - the rat proposed.
The painting of the initial meeting, suggests that the good lady must have been well inebriated or suffering a form of sudden blindness.
In the portrait, not only is the wooer ugly and grossly overweight, but a stench seems to surround him, and it’s not likely to be aftershave.
However, look at that portrait and try to imagine letting someone like that into your bed.
History’s record of the king only gets worse. When the new wife couldn’t produce a son, that gross shape used royal influence to bed other women, including some employed by Anne.
When the royal tub became infatuated by Jane Seymour, he arranged an ending more certain than divorce.
Anne was charged with adultery, incest and conspiracy.
Found guilty and beheaded
It seems English justice was about as pathetic back then as in my case and she was found guilty and beheaded, then buried in an unmarked grave.
The ‘lovers’ accused of intimacy with Anne were also beheaded and a few days later the unconscionable slob married Jane Seymour, the third of his eventual six wives.
The only statue of the royal rotter is over at Smithfield, fronting St Barts Hospital, which would be quite a stretch for a statue-toppling mob.
Still there’s an easier way to obscure the rotter’s memory. Rename Kingston as AnnesTown, or more simply Queenstown.
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