Harry & Meghan Show Ratings Plummet

Can the mass media give us a break with all this daily broadcast of the Meghan & Harry Extravaganza shite, highlighting their latest joint effort litany of quotidian incompetence; cos we’re sick n tired of hearing n reading of their infantile comedy of errors lifestyle.

Really, this pair of self-aggrandising tossers, and their do-gooder Archewell Foundation charity crap, are a musical hall quality ‘attention-seeking’ joke.

One sideways glance at their Archewell Foundation banner is enough to make a racoon puke. “A shared purpose, global action, impact-driven, global non-profit organisation, that puts compassion into action; uplifting and uniting communities locally and globally; online and offline.” Amen.

No shit, even the Avengers website hasn’t got that broad an adjective-stuffed, pompous and grandeur description tagged on its tail.

What the fuck gives with mass media speculation by these self-declared ‘royal experts’ – one after the other – coupled with the common herd’s mesmeric fascination – wildly guesstimating on, and publicising, the asinine antics of this pair of self-promoting, IQ-deficient, non-entities. 

The dysfunctional Meghan, a pretentious B-rated actress, n Harry, the ginger-mingin Royal cuckoo - of House Hewitt.

Clever Prince Harry gives a speech at the UN – (round of applause) but no fucker or their dog - worthy of mention - turned up to hear him prattle on with his pre-scripted drivel - apart from the personal private security detail from Renta-Thug. Although a couple of gutter press hacks attended to get a closer look at how the bald spot on the back of Harry's curly ginger bonce is progressing.

As to Harry's bio-memoir, ghost-scripted by pulp fiction author, Micky Moehringer – a decision enforced by the illustrious London-based ‘Any.Old.Shit Publishers’ - as ‘Ginger’s grammar skills are zero and he simply can’t spell for shit – is expected to be a litany of ‘he said / she said’ backstabbing and conspiratorial innuendo aimed at his suspected ‘Mummy-murdering’ father, Prince Dobby, and his chain-smoking consort, Gorgonzilla, the Duchess of Cornhole.

Oh my, are neither of these wankers embarrassed nor ashamed by their collective puerile, self-promotional ‘look at us’ behaviour?

As to the moronic Meghan, aka Mrs Royal Cuckoo, albeit gifted with a sexy MILF ass, alas she’s now reduced to the status of gutter press tabloid fodder - an international laughing stock joke become - due her naïve socio-political bungling and gross ineptitude; the exaggerated sense of entitlement and abuse of privilege – especially so her Drama Queen displays of post-nuptials foot-stamping chagrin at not being bestowed with the title of ‘Princess’, and alternately known simply as ‘Mrs Hewitt’.

Perhaps she’s hell bent on compiling a personal curriculum vitae of notoriety and excess to equal, if not surpass, those of past international social scene posers: May-ling Soong (aka Madame Chiang Kai-shek), Eva Duarte Peron, Imelda Romualdez Marcos and Dis’Grace Ntombizodwa Mugabe.

And so too, can we finally call a halt to this media-driven speculation viz which scumbag Royal was voicing the purported ‘Meghan is black’ racist slurs around Fuckingham Palace – cos she ain’t black – and should not be sporting a BLM badge.

Okay, her African-born cotton-pickin’ great-great Granny, slaving away down in the deep south of Georgia, might have been blacker than a raven’s arse, but that negro-quality hue of ‘black’ Meghan cannot claim to be.

In fact not even the shade of a mulatto, for due earlier generation genetic dilution, she’s more at quadroon – with the complexion of a well-chewed caramel.

Ergo, on a good day, if she stays outa de sun – and the tanning parlour – ‘and’ the intense glare of photo-journalist’s Klieg lights and camera flashes - perhaps even an ‘octoroon lily skin’.

But as to Prince Harry, First of his Name, House Hewitt: well, he's a ginger-mingin cuckoo - and sadly, a bit on the thick as pigshit side when it comes down to intelligence - or common fucking sense.

The way the winds of change are blowing right now, Nutflix over-hyped rhetoric viz this 'sizzling hot property' investment contract to record the daily existences of the ex-royal money-grubbing Sussex-Hewitt Inc, simply ain’t gonna morph into – and surpass - the televised media attraction of the Kardashian tribe or Snozzy Osborne snorting sacks of nose talc – and the mega-bucks income from Nutflix is gonna dry up faster than the Golden State’s Lake Shasta.

OMG! Heaven forbid the Nutflix streaming behemoth don’t ask for a refund of the multi-zillion $$$ bucks advances made to this faux Royal Family for their promised ‘Life with the Hewitt's’ docu-series.

There again, Nutflix might well make good on their investment down the road aways, when the gold-digging Meghan and Harry split up and we have a Royal 'Divorce of the Century' to entertain the masses - streamed live from a child custody hearing courtroom.

Doubtless the darker shades of Karma are in play, for History shall not judge this posing pair of time-wasting, spendthrift wankers kindly.

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