What would make the current shortlist for the title of World’s Most Ludicrously Inappropriate Book?
Donald Trump‘s Guide to Diplomacy?
The Art of Protecting One’s Privacy by the Kardashian Sisters?
Why Marriage is for Keeps by Bill and Melinda Gates?
These would all be good contenders were it not for the announcement this afternoon that Meghan Markle has written a book called ‘The Bench’ about the very special bond between father and child.
Notwithstanding Ms Markle’s seemingly unlimited thirst for committing attention-seeking acts of gargantuan hypocrisy, this seemed beyond parody.
But it was real.
I laughed out loud when the news broke via her ecstatic publishers, and even louder when I read the accompanying gush-laden statements.
Ms Markle proudly informed us that her debut literary tome captures ‘the warmth, joy and comfort of the relationship between fathers and sons from all walks of life.’
She added: ‘This representation was particularly important to me … and I worked closely to depict this special bond through an inclusive lens. My hope is that The Bench resonates with every family, no matter the make-up, as much as it does with mine.’
I wonder how much these touching sentiments will resonate with her own family, or her husband’s?
Lest we forget, Ms Markle has ruthlessly disowned her father Thomas and refuses to have anything to do with him despite the fact they now live just 70 miles from each other.
She is also reported to have disowned every other Markle, none of whom were invited to her wedding.
This doesn’t seem like someone overly keen to operate ‘an inclusive lens’ to me.
In fact, it seems a singularly EX-clusive lens.
She also spray-gunned Thomas in her lie-packed Oprah whine-a-thon in a manner that was more ‘ice, rage and irritation’ than ‘warmth, joy and comfort’.
As for Harry, he trashed his father Prince Charles in the same interview, moaning about how Daddy had stopped taking his calls or giving him cash, sounding like some needy spoiled brat teenager rather than a 36-year-old multi-millionaire doormat who ditched his family, country and duty because his chillingly controlling and ambitious wife wanted him to.
And unforgivably, he did this as Charles was desperately worried about HIS father, Prince Philip, who was lying seriously ill in hospital and later died.
How does any of this sit with Meghan’s misty-eyed tribute to ‘the warmth, joy and comfort of the relationship between fathers and sons’?
Very, very uneasily, I would suggest.
The pair of them also branded Harry’s royal family a bunch of heartless racists, though no evidence has yet emerged to support any of their outrageously hurtful and damaging claims.
And they repeatedly attacked the institution of the Monarchy and everything it stands for.
Yet when it comes to flogging her book, what author name does Meghan Markle use?
Ah, of course: ‘Meghan, The Duchess of Sussex.’
Yes, she continues to cynically exploit her royal titles because she knows that’s the only reason anyone is paying her vast sums of money to spew her uniquely unctuous brand of pious hectoring gibberish in Netflix documentaries, Spotify podcasts or children’s books.
Of course, her equally cynical publishers don’t give a damn about any of this shocking double standard.
‘Meghan’s touching text explores the relationship between fathers and sons and undeniably tugs at the heartstrings that parents and caregivers feel,’ said Mallory Loehr, publisher of the Random House Books for Young Readers Group.
She cooed that the illustrator’s art ‘beautifully matches the tender emotion of Meghan’s words, and every spread is infused with a vibrant sense of joy and love. The Bench is timeless—it feels destined to become one of those books that people will be reading for generations to come.’
Hmmm, I don’t wish to rain on the comically sycophantic parade – but I suspect this book will become an instant historical classic for all the wrong reasons.
The whole notion of Meghan Markle dishing out advice to anyone about the relationship between fathers and children is absolutely ridiculous given the appalling relationships she and her husband have with their own fathers.
Yet her brazen decision to do it anyway is so sadly typical of a woman whose tendency for staggering hypocrisy is only matched by her extraordinary tone-deafness.
I’d honestly rather hear parenting tips from Britney Spears’s god-awful father because at least they still talk to each other.
In the press release, Ms Markle is described as ‘a mother, wife, feminist, and activist’ who ‘currently resides in her home state of California with her family, two dogs, and a growing flock of rescue chickens.’
What it didn’t clarify is that she resides with a lot more animals than family members.
In fact, the only three members of her entire family she seems to have any relationship with at all now are Harry, Archie and her mother.
The rest have been discarded along with her ex-husband, and almost every old friend and colleague.
‘What Meghan wants, Meghan gets,’ was Harry’s famous refrain in the build-up to their wedding.
And so far, she’s got exactly what she wanted: the handsome British Prince, the Californian mansion, the millionaire celebrity lifestyle she always craved, and since Oprah’s unquestioning softball PR stunt, the coveted and ferociously-contested status of America’s No1 oppressed victim – a poor innocent waif cruelly mistreated by the beastly racist British royals until she managed to grab her confiscated passport and escape back home.
The fact none of this ugly incendiary narrative is true is irrelevant to the people who matter to her – the Hollywood woke brigade for whom a personal version of the truth is far more important than the actual truth.
But what Ms Markle really needs now is some old-fashioned home truth.
THE truth, that is, not HER truth that usually turns out to be of the Princess Pinocchio veracity.
And THE truth is that she’s a cynical disingenuous manipulator intent on wrecking the Royal Family’s image around the world with her shameless, shameful, money-grabbing victim-playing antics, and dragging her hapless husband along for the ride.
This new book about father-children relationships is just another example of Meghan Markle’s never-ending penchant for preaching what she never practices.
If she really cared about father-child relationships, she’d take a chauffeur-driven limousine on the hour-long trip to see her own father who’s never even met either Harry or Archie.
And if she really cared about father-child relationships, she would never have trashed Harry’s family on global TV in the horrible way that she did, causing yet more damage, possibly irreparably, to Harry’s relationship with his father.
But then as we’ve seen from her gruesomely self-interested behavior during a pandemic that’s caused so much devastation and pain to billions around the world, Meghan Markle doesn’t really care about anyone but herself.
SOURCE: Daily Mail