Elizabeth, Queen of Great Britain and the Commonwealth Realms, Supreme Commander of the British Armed Forces, Supreme Ruler of the Church of England, Head of the Commonwealth of Nations and others, others, others... passed away on September 8, 2022.

Now it's official.

2022 continues to sum up the results, the definition of which is very difficult to give.

Historical?

Sacred?

Mystical?

One by one, people who, in fact, created modern history, leave.

Society responds to every death with the sacramental “an era has passed”.

And now she's definitely gone.

The era of great Britain - conservative, imperturbable, recognizing neither enemies nor friends, but only British interests.

On Gorbachev's death, I wrote that he simply had to leave in August.

And she?

A dry old woman who reigned for nearly 70 years?

Of course, age.

96 years suggest that a person can leave at any moment.

But I'm talking about the sacred now.

And a little mystical.

In this paradigm, she simply had to leave right now, almost immediately after she ordered the formation of a new British government by Liz Truss, the 16th Prime Minister of Great Britain, whom Elizabeth gave such an order.

The first was Churchill.

Feel the difference.

She must have felt it, she just couldn't help but feel it.

And she couldn't help but be horrified.

Sir Winston Churchill is also a badly educated upstart who changes political beliefs like gloves.

From the struggle for nuclear disarmament to the readiness to use nuclear weapons.

From anti-monarchist beliefs to membership in the Conservative Party.

With a cabinet of ministers where health care is at the mercy of a sloppy aunt posing with a glass of sparkling wine and a cigar in her mouth.

Some kind of infernal caricature of Sir Winston.

And for all of Britain, which Elizabeth for a whole era kept with her little iron hand in a soft kid glove within the framework, if not of decency, then at least of common sense.

Now everything will fly into hell.

But she, fortunately, will not see it anymore.

Rest in peace, Your Majesty!

And here's something else.

Now, I know, they will remember the absolutely vile "epitaph" of the BBC on the death of Vladimir Zhirinovsky.

And they want to answer symmetrically.

You can't do this.

For two reasons.

She didn't deserve it.

We are not them.

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