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[Leaving to one side, that a stopped clock tells the correct time twice each and every day.]
Poor, poor God. Where are Her PR people when She needs them?
Anecdotally, the child each night kneels beside it's bed, hands clasped together, and thanks God and asks that care be taken of sundry relatives, by name. At table, before every meal, again hands clasped together, thanks is given, "for what we are about to receive..."
But, when it comes to Royalty....anybody can confer/offer thanks -without particular- on behalf of everybody else.
One's fellow creatures are routinely cursed and abused, though each plays a part in the fabric of out local communities, no good of and from them is thought possible.
It strikes me that to be a mere human or Godly one must satisfy some unspoken want of, or curry some acute favour from, our fellow man to be tolerated on this earth, far less thanked. But, if one is born into privilege...
I must offer my thanks to Harry and his fellow 'appreciators' for...well it's obvious, isn't it.