Jesus tittyfucking Christ. We are sooo far through the looking glass with this that it’s simply beyond ironizing or discussing in any great detail. Just watch:
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UPDATE – There’s more!
Vice have put together a short documentary about the views of a disparate collection of oddballs on the forthcoming Royal Wedding. Many of the participants are generally repellent, insane, deluded or a combination of all three (apart from the porn stars and the anarchists – you don’t get to say that very often), but special mention must be given to Corgi-munching artist Mark McGowan, whose protest against said wedding consists of setting fire to a puppet that looks alarmingly like Franklin, the jive-talking dummy from Arrested Development.
Amusing and oddly compelling, Royal Wedding is well worth a gander.
Right Said Fred's reunion tour goes off the rails
Permanent Plastic Helmet 
I can’t quite decide whether to laugh this off as harmless postmodern pap cranked up to incredible new levels, or to retire quietly to a darkened room to reflect on the end of civilisation itself.
You’d probably have to say the latter, really.
Although kudos to Revolver for putting taste and shame aside to fully capitalize upon the American love for our royals. I’d rather watch this than their regular output, which usually features Danny Dyer in one capacity or another.