(Philosophy/Poem) Daddy’s Little Princess

Daddy’s Little Princess

 

 

Little girls are so pretty from the time they are born

With their smiles like heaven so tender and warm

They learn to toddle and waddle and land on their buns

With eyes lit like Angels, with hearts so tender and warm

 

God’s gifts from Mommy’s bellies to Daddy’s outstretched arms

The Princess is taken to her castle where she is safe from all harm

 

Till school does begin and her new world she does charm

Smiling, and tender is she Daddy wrapped around her finger

Till finished with schooling then her beau down on one knee

 

Her Knight in shining armor does take her away

From Mom and Dad to her new castle she goes

Where the Queen of her own domain she now be

 

Not long in her new Kingdom her belly does rise

The Lord delivers to her and her King a 7 pound delight

A little bundle with bright pink blanket and shining eyes

With a smile like unto Heaven, a new Princess arrives

(Humor/Poem) Little Princess

Little Princess

 

Little girls are so pretty from the time they are born

With their smiles like Heaven so tender and warm

They learn to toddle and waddle and fall on their buns

With eyes lit like Angels, their hearts so tender and warm

 

 

God’s gifts from Mommy’s bellies to Daddy’s outstretched arms

The Princess taken to Her Castle where She will be safe from harm

Till school does begin and Her new world She does begin to charm

Smiling and dancing she leaves the little boys blushing needing to pee

 

 

Till finished with schooling, then Her Beau on one knee

Her Knight in shining armor in his Mustang takes her away

From Mommy and Daddy to her own new Castle he takes

Where she is now the Queen that her King totally adores

 

 

Not long in Her new Kingdom Her belly does start to rise

The Lord delivers to Her and Her Hubby a 7 pound surprise

A Bundle with bright shining eyes and often a pudding behind

With a smile like unto Heaven, their new Princess has arrived

Playing The Card We Are ‘Caste’ In Life

 

How does one play this little game called life

Can we compete with the cards we have been dealt

Or do we barter or mark them to increase our wealth

Hoping for better, serfdom, such a hard hand to play

Has life dealt us a hand full of aces, a life so gay

Or maybe life dealt us kings with a mansion on a hill

Maybe we are blessed with queen’s smiling as the kill

Or maybe a lady with a dagger so don’t ask, don’t tell

Young man, do you wear purple, a crown of the jack

Sowing your oats where you please in your life of glee

A princess has no card, life dictated by the crown of a king

For is it because even a princess is to be not heard only seen

Even a princess is nothing until a queen’s crown she does fulfill

Or, are we just a numbered card, a cast, lower than the dirt

Are we and our lives nothing, discarded without a second thought

Raised to serve the aristocracy, bent backs crawling on our knees

This world’s self proclaimed royalty, their noses high in the breeze

Walking upon the heads and backs of those cast nothing but little cards

After all aren’t the elite is entitled never to give a damn about the working class

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France: Saudi ‘princess’ attacks painter at Parisian apartment and tells bodyguard ‘You have to kill this dog’

Ban these people from the West. They are not suitable to mix with the modern world. They shouldn’t be allowed visas, they shouldn’t be allowed to own properties. Vile, nasty subhuman. None of them are royalty anyways. It’s a completely invented title. How ridiculous is it if a man prints plastic badges and calls himself a police officer? It’s the same with these Saudi’s. They’ve invented a royal title for themselves. They come from illiterate desert Bedouins and warring criminals who lived with their camels in tens, drinking their urine and eating locusts. Nothing royal about them.

Saudi Arabia was created in 1932 and prior to that there existed no “Saudi royal” title for these primitive animals. They’ve invented the title for themselves! It’s the most absurd, laughable artificial accolades exploited by primitive and barely literate Bedouin tribal who are still nothing but desert animals. No matter how much you decorate a pig with a silk cape, a cigar and slippers, it doesn’t make it less of a pig.

If you ever meet these “royals” in person, it dawns on you right away that they are still very primitive – nothing but caricatures decorated in modern paraphernalia. They are crude, hostile, paranoid, ill-mannered, primal and plain absurd. Many of them don’t even know how to walk in shoes and wobble around like Big Bird (at home they often walk around barefoot wrapped in their tribal cloth. Normal clothes are toys). The women spend all their time in European high-fashion stores and buy items they have no clue how to wear and look absolutely ridiculous in the incoherent cacophony of items attached to their bodies. It’s not different from handing a mirror or a comb to a remote African tribe never before exposed to the modern world. We’ve enjoyed a lot of years watching and laughing at these Saudi’s in their new shoes and designer clothes, having no clue how to actually wear them. Women wobbling around in high-heels, sitting like immature pre-teens in ice cream bars, ledges of shop windows lingering and ogling at men. Some of the women have so much plastic surgery they look bizarre, like surgery addicted hookers in Hollywood. The men will wear female perfumes having no clue what the difference is between Femme and Homme. They think an Eau de Toilette is something you use used after they’re finished on the toilet… They are flamboyant gay while their entourage pretends they are anything but. The grandmother will still have all her tribal tattoos and more or less sit on the floor in luxury five-star hotels. They often bring their own cooking items to these five-star hotels and sit on the floor like desert dwellers cooking their food or eating their one-plate tribal lunch. It’s a caricature.

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‘You have to kill this dog’: Saudi Princess ordered her bodyguards to tie up a Parisian painter and decorator and force him to kiss her FEET in four hour ordeal at her palatial flat

  • The unnamed multi-millionaire princess ‘attacked’ the man in Paris
  • She ordered her bodyguards to beat him up ‘for taking pictures’ 
  • This is just the latest example of Gulf royalty abusing overseas staff 

 

A Saudi Arabian princess made a painter and decorator kiss her feet inside a palatial Paris flat before telling a bodyguard: ‘You have to kill this dog, he doesn’t deserve to live.’

In the latest example or royalty from the Gulf kingdom abusing overseas staff, the unnamed multi-millionaire allegedly attacked the also unidentified man in the French capital earlier this summer.

He had arrived at the property in Avenue Foch, a hugely prestigious road that runs off the Arc de Triomphe, to carry out some basic decorating.

A Saudi Arabian princess made a painter and decorator kiss her feet at a palatial flat on Avenue Foch (pictured), a hugely prestigious road that runs off the Arc de Triomphe

But the Princess, who is said to be related to the late King Khalid bin Abdulaziz Al Saud, was not happy.

When she saw the workman taking photographs on his smart phone camera – something decorators do routinely nowadays – she accused him of preparing to sell them to the media.

She then ordered her bodyguards to beat him up, tied his hands and feed together, and then made him kiss her feet.

Le Point, the French news outlet, reports the ‘You have to kill this dog, he doesn’t deserve to live’ allegation, saying it has been passed on the police.

The Princess is said to be related to the old King Khalid bin Abdulaziz Al Saud

The Princess is said to be related to the old King Khalid bin Abdulaziz Al Saud

The entire ordeal lasted for up to four hours, before the man was kicked out of the flat, and told to ‘never return’ to the area.

Later he asked for the equivalent of some 16,000 pounds for work done, and for the return of his tools.

Le Point said he then made a report to the police, showing them bruises on his head, which he said were caused by the attack.

The dispute over the money may well hamper any future criminal inquiry, as will the privileged manner in which Saudi royalty is treated in France.

Not only is the country a massive market for French arms sales but some of the most prestigious real estate in the country is owned by Saudis.

Unlike French security guards, their protection staff are allowed to carry guns thanks to diplomatic agreements.

(Philosophy/Poem) Daddy’s Little Princess

Daddy’s Little Princess

 

 

Little girls are so pretty from the time they are born

With their smiles like heaven so tender and warm

They learn to toddle and waddle and land on their buns

With eyes lit like Angels, with hearts so tender and warm

 

God’s gifts from Mommy’s bellies to Daddy’s outstretched arms

The Princess is taken to her castle where she is safe from all harm

 

Till school does begin and her new world she does charm

Smiling, and tender is she Daddy wrapped around her finger

Till finished with schooling then her beau down on one knee

 

Her Knight in shining armor does take her away

From Mom and Dad to her new castle she goes

Where the Queen of her own domain she now be

 

Not long in her new Kingdom her belly does rise

The Lord delivers to her and her King a 7 pound delight

A little bundle with bright pink blanket and shining eyes

With a smile like unto Heaven, a new Princess arrives

(Humor/Poem) Little Princess

Little Princess

 

Little girls are so pretty from the time they are born

With their smiles like Heaven so tender and warm

They learn to toddle and waddle and fall on their buns

With eyes lit like Angels, their hearts so tender and warm

 

 

God’s gifts from Mommy’s bellies to Daddy’s outstretched arms

The Princess taken to Her Castle where She will be safe from harm

Till school does begin and Her new world She does begin to charm

Smiling and dancing she leaves the little boys blushing needing to pee

 

 

Till finished with schooling, then Her Beau on one knee

Her Knight in shining armor in his Mustang takes her away

From Mommy and Daddy to her own new Castle he takes

Where she is now the Queen that her King totally adores

 

 

Not long in Her new Kingdom Her belly does start to rise

The Lord delivers to Her and Her Hubby a 7 pound surprise

A Bundle with bright shining eyes and often a pudding behind

With a smile like unto Heaven, their new Princess has arrived

Playing The Card We’re Cast In Life

 

How does one play this little game called life

Can we compete with the cards we have been dealt

Or do we barter or mark them to increase our wealth

Hoping for better, serfdom, such a hard hand to play

Has life dealt us a hand full of aces, a life so gay

Or maybe life dealt us kings with a mansion on a hill

Maybe we are blessed with queen’s smiling as the kill

Or maybe a lady with a dagger so don’t ask, don’t tell

Young man, do you wear purple, a crown of the jack

Sowing your oats where you please in your life of glee

A princess has no card, life dictated by the crown of a king

For is it because even a princess is to be not heard only seen

Even a princess is nothing until a queen’s crown she does fulfill

Or, are we just a numbered card, a cast, lower than the dirt

Are we and our lives nothing, discarded without a second thought

Raised to serve the aristocracy, bent backs crawling on our knees

This world’s self proclaimed royalty, their noses high in the breeze

Walking upon the heads and backs of those cast nothing but little cards

After all aren’t the elite is entitled never to give a damn about the working class!