Me-Me-Me-Meghan Is Toast, Or: Jam Wars, The English Way

Today I would like to make a little pause to tell you something that put a smile on my face and told me that the Country I live in still has a lot of people with a very British, pleasantly wicked sense of humour.

The Narcissist Extraordinaire, Self-appointed Head Princess Feminist, Meghan ” I am a woman of colour” Markle, is desperately trying to find ways to keep the standard of living she is now accustomed to. This she now clearly needs after the Netflix deals is evaporating, she and her very dumb red-headed husband were kicked out of the Spotify deal, Dumb Hubby has brutally lost his lawsuit in the UK to force the British taxpayer to pay his security costs when he is in the UK (it appears he will also have to pay 90% of the British Government’s law bill, some half a million pound) and, in general, she is seen as a mixture of Three Mile Island and Chernobyl by a growing part of the planet’s population, bar the fat and ugly feminists.

One of the ways Me-Me-Me-Meghan is trying to rack up the necessary means is by selling “lifestyle” products through a newly constituted company, which will attempt the creation of a lifestyle brand, Martha-Stewart-style but sans the jail. The first product is a strawberry jam, which the company sent, in extremely exclusive numbered jars (only 50, imagine that! Oh, to be one of the chosen!!), to various influencers of varying degree of notoriety and stupidity, so that they post pictures of that in their Instagram account telling you how delicious the jam is and, without exception, posting very photogenic PR photos of the unopened, immaculate jar. The photos started to circulate on the Internet some days ago, trickling one after the other. Oh, what a grand lifestyle guru Me-Me-Me-Meghan Markle is!!

And here is where the (pun intended) delicious British humour kicks in, and the toxic bitch is shown what people think of her over here.

The King’s own organic preserve, sold under the brand Highgrove Gardens, is now selling like hot cakes, some now out of stock and the rest bought like there is no tomorrow. As I write this, the site says, with typical British understatement, that due to “exceptionally high demand”, deliveries are taking “slightly longer than normal”. For an extra laugh, go the the “strawberry preserve” and look at the sign, “sold out”.

Mind, it’s not that the buyers of the jam absolutely want to make King Charles richer than he already is by buying this expensive product. They simply know that – whatever his shortcomings – the King, just like them, cannot stand the bitch, and are showing what they think of Me-Me-Me-Meghan in a truly amusing way.

This is a truly nice watercolour of England, and makes one hope that, one day, normality will be restored in what was one the Dowry of Mary.