Just to clarify for anyone who misheard it the first time, Prince Harry has been made Duke of Sussex, not Duke of Cuckex.
Meanwhile, it turns out that even the supposedly devil may care rebels at Paddy Power aren't taking bets on how long it will all last...although that might not be down to lack of courage so much as lack of anyone stupid enough to bet on it going north of seven years. But this is about much more than another case of our alleged elite assuring us that there are no such things as 'icebergs' while sane people quietly make their way to the lifeboats.
Most political issues are fairly remote from daily life, but this fiasco gets right to the heart of modern culture. Take note of how all the alleged experts agree that Harry is the very model of the modern man. Never mind that sooner or later they will retcon him into the Worst Husband Ever, right now he's the pin up boy for the Guy Doing The Right Thing - and he's doomed.
Of course, it's not all bad news: some people serve as examples to inspire all who come after them, while others serve as cautionary tales. His Grace, the Duke of Cuckex, is firmly in group two but at least there's no room for ambiguity here. This is going to be a train wreck of epic proportions and that being so, soon no one will be able to avoid the elephant in the room.
Some people use a matrix analogy, and talk of blue pills and red pills. They mean in the sense of choosing between the blue pill, aka the comforting lies of modern culture, and the red pill as the brutal truths of modern life. It's a bit like, say, the choice between believing that you can have a successful relationship with an aging slapper who has successively ditched her family, her friends, her husband and even one of her dogs (her dog!), and realizing that, as the philosopher Louis D'Cris once said, you can't turn a ho into a housewife.
To the point, if there's any truth in the pretty lies of our feminized PC culture, then a war hero, nice guy and bona fide *prince* surely ought to be able to have a successful marriage.
There aren't, so he's screwed, and not in a good way.
That's not to say that you need to necessarily present Junior with all three of Rollo Tomassi's books on his thirteenth birthday, but we have to acknowledge that sending out young boys into our toxic culture without at least a basic understanding of red pill principles is a form of child abuse. If nothing else, they need to know enough to avoid women with more red flags than Anfield on match day.