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Queen, Decapitated Janet Kuypers 12/14/19, the anniversary of the 1542 death of King James V, which ascended Mary, Queen of Scots to the throne at 6 days old Nepotism may be all well and good if you’re born into the right family — I mean, why does civilization still so love England’s inbred, I mean, Royal, family — but sometimes, nepotism or not, it might not work out to your advantage. Take, for instance, Plain Jane, I mean, Queen Jane, who took the throne not as a daughter but as a cousin — hey, that’s FAR too little inbreeding for THEIR tastes — so Lady Jane Gray, as Queen, was decapitated after only nine days, at age sixteen. But today I think of Mary, Queen of Scots, the only living child of King James V, who died when she was only six days old, making her Queen when she was less than a week old. You see, her two older brothers died a year before she was born — records don’t show why, it could have been that because diseases ran so rampant in the fifteen hundreds with no cures, they could have each suffered, say, a splinter, leading to infection and certain death. So she was the Queen of Scotland, eventually marrying her half cousin and having a child — it’s good to see that inbreeding is still a part of the family line — ruling (oh no, brace yourself for religious content) until the Protestant English wanted the Catholic Queen out of Scotland. When wankers were ruled by wankers, she ran to England, abdicating her throne to her infant son — not unlike how she originally gained power. Mary ran to Queen Elizabeth I, her cousin once removed, and the Queen of England willing complied — by keeping her imprisoned for nineteen years. While there, they found that Mary, Queen of Scots (by sending notes to contacts in the outside world) wanted to have her cousin slash captor killed, so Queen Elizabeth I of England had Mary, Queen of Scots beheaded... which is just another way to say decapitation, the seemingly preferred way to get bad blood out of an inbred family line. Wow, what a tangled web we weave — when we mix business with family, and then more family, and then try to call any of it royalty.