Since I am not running around proclaiming the end of the world, I fail to see how I can be one of Prince Charles’ headless chickens. Face it – there is not a lot of need to panic about “the end is not nigh!”, is there.
Rather, he does come across as an anusless chicken, with his constipated style, but on the topic of screwing poor western taxpayers to make dictators and corporate cronies rich, his goose is cooked. Slowly.
Mark Steyn says it better here, natch.