Duchess Of WOKE’s Harvest Of Sour Grapes

On Tuesday morning I was sitting in bed enjoying my first cup of coffee of the day whilst hubby related the news to me. Obviously the main topic was that interview (I didn’t watch it by the way, had better things to do, but hubby did). As he read about the fallout he added his opinion, that the whole shebang had been planned down to the last detail. Then on Wednesday there was the first in what I am sure is going to be a long list of people being victimised, or slapped with a lawsuit, for having an opinion which does not fit with the WOKE media view. Well, I suppose the ITV have got to justify wasting such an exorbitant amount of money on said interview. It occurred to me that Ms Markle was going a good way to destroying all the hard work of the people who really fought for her right to equality both as a woman and a person of colour (did I get that last one correct?) I grew up in the sixties, a time of great upheaval in both areas but I was fortunate to be brought up in the belief that all people should be treated with equal respect, which is something I have instilled in my children. I had, and still have, friends from various ethnic and cultural backgrounds. Whether I like you or not is not down to the colour of your skin, your beliefs, your sexual orientation or your opinions; it’s because I don’t like you as a person and I do not like Ms Markle. I am sick and tired of hearing her and Harry whining on, yet again, about how hard done to they think they are. Ever since the “unscripted” interview people are being slated for their opinions as it seems that if you don’t agree with this needy, two bit, ex-actress you will become a pariah. So, to start my journey into pariahdom and to once and for all exorcise them from my mind, here are my thoughts on the matter. I have never liked the woman, she is a narcissist; and I have had first hand experience; who was no more than a glorified clothes horse in a second rate legal soap opera. She was, and still is, a social climber who had her mind set on achieving celebrity status and she took every opportunity to get there, leaving a trail of damage in her wake. Everything she ever did was designed to put her in the limelight and when the crowning glory of her long and arduous climb presented itself she grabbed it with both hands, only to get burnt in the process. She thought she’d snagged her Prince Charming and was on her way to the ultimate goal only to find his grandmother was far more formidable and she didn’t like it. She threw a paddy, stamped her feet and lost. Her revenge; and believe me, there is nothing a narcissist does better; was to completely isolate him from his family thus ensuring she has complete control over his life; even the children can be used as pawns in the mind games of a narcissist; and then try to publicly humiliate and destroy that family. Like many narcissists, in her efforts to play the victim and gain sympathy, she trotted out every racial and mental health trope she could find, proving that, like any actress, she’d done her homework and perfected her role. Unfortunately she has also managed to manipulate her gullible husband into playing her game. He is probably, like many victims of domestic abuse, completely unaware of the coercion that is happening as he jumps to her defence at every criticism of her behaviour to the point that, over time, he has been drawn in to her narrative until he now believes her views are his own. Fortunately there are those of us who can see through the ploy and who, even though it upsets the snowflake apple cart, are prepared to speak out. Having lived with and cared for people living with mental health issues I am aware of the difficulties they often face in speaking out or getting help when they do and have done my bit to bring about a greater awareness and yes, I agree, the woman does need help before her self importance spins completely out of control. What I don’t agree with is how the ultra touchy snowflake brigade has come crawling out of the woodwork to defend this narcissistic individual, whose only aim is to try and bring down a great British institution in a fit of pique. And before anyone gets on their high horse I am well aware that they, like a large proportion of families, have problems within that institution but, and here’s the difference, they are not airing their dirty linen on prime time tv. And anyway, it wasn’t dirty linen she was airing, it was a long list of petty gripes all piled into a huge basket of sour grapes.