I always thought Harry, Duke of Sussex, was slow-witted. No, it’s not just his narrow eyes that honestly look positively Kentucky-esque. Sorry — he does look as inbred as a kid named Toby from Dogpatch.
But now I know — H is S. As in stupid.
When did I know H was a few quarts low in smarts? Surprisingly, it was not the time he was caught butt naked in Vegas — surprised that someone might take his photo. It wasn’t even his dressing up as a Nazi — even though everyone knows there is nothing funny there. I even looked past his accepting that M didn’t know that H was a royal. After all, love is blind, and in Harry’s case, apparently it is catatonic as well.
It started when H and M ran off to Canada and did so on their own — financially cut off. Imagine being “cut off” at 35 and 38 respectively with only 30 million dollars between them? I mean, seriously, how could any spare prince and a B-list celeb make it? Thank God Tyler Perry was able to spare them a manse.
It was when they both started to beat the “I’m poor and orphaned help me” campaign that I thought he really is stupid. Seriously lacking in some cranial voltage. Did he expect anyone to believe this shit? The two of them pranced across the streets of London in a gold carriage — she was wearing a crown with an emerald as big as a meatloaf in it — on the way to their wedding. Poor? Come on.
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