Yesterday the queen read her message at the opening of the new Parliament.  Understandably she was pre-occupied with the royal fears surrounding the apparent disappearance of much of the crown’s most treasured jewel encrusted and artfully wrought precious metal diadems and brooches and other symbols of stature and privilege.  With the pluck characteristic of her nation’s personality, she waved aside any fears that the dignity and status of her noble peerage had disappeared along with the diamonds and emeralds.  On the contrary as she encouragingly pointed out, they sat quietly in their manors and castles patiently waiting for the inevitable “recovery” of their glorious raiment.  Had not generations of royal subjects, she reminded her audience, mined the gold and precious stones from a harsh earth and had not others laid their talented hands upon these raw materials and produced adornments to be worn by those worthy of their magnificence.  “Nothing has changed,” she gently pleaded.  All that is needed is that the simple souls who tread the sacred lands of her domain bend to the task and restore the exceptional bejeweled collection that is their collective, divinely guided destiny.  Every generation, she spiritedly asserted, is called to labor in this endeavor and this current generation is called to this duty once again.  In a tone of encouragement and confidence, she concluded her message by pointing out that the return of the gleaming magnificence of the past awaits only the single-minded service and sacrifice of her beloved peoples.  “In war and in peace, we will ‘Win The Future.” 

The response to this call from the throne was universally enthusiastic.  Commentator after commentator took up the call “Win The Future.  Win The Future. Win The Future.”  Among her rude and unruly subjects the call was shortened.  “WTF” they chanted.