I’m anti-monarchy as a rule but I’m pro-heraldry.
I fucking love heraldry. I love it as a part of old European nonsense along with the clown egg register and cheese rolling. I love that you can’t say blue, yellow, and red, you have to say “azure, or, and gules.” I love the dozens of words you have to use to describe how a lion is standing, how many legs it’s standing on, and which way it’s looking. I love nebbish heraldry dorks who say shit like “B-b-but it breaks tincture code!” because you used the wrong shade in a palette that has six shades of reddish-brown and one shade of green.
It’s so much nonsense, and you can probably make very good arguments against heraldry as a rule, but if you say “Our family crest has a stag with wings stepping on the devil” I will still think that’s the coolest shit I’ve ever heard. Holy shit. Do you come from a family of vampire hunters