Reginally

She strode across the stage, bearing herself reginally.

– Angus! she said reginally. Make love to me! Come on! You know you have to. Here, on the ground!

Instead, what I detect of a still-contested ‘commonsense’ view of the world, from the working-class Burgher branch of my family, is that a class of VOC Burghers, who were privileged under the whites – yes, along with the post-1848 born-again feudals and traders – hollered when Black people here tried to take over, and in exchange for entombment by the arctic and the antarctic, yet bashfully put up and shut up about ill-concealed white-supremacy in Australia or Canada, both of which remain colonies even today, reginally ruled by an inbred constipated genetically modified Hun (yes, that was once our very own Hanoverian Hussy Queen Beti!).