You see, Tyler Perry, bless his soul, finally put his foot down and cut off their free ride on his private jet. Can you believe the audacity? I've been around the block a few times, and let me tell you, I've never seen entitlement like this. I've worked my tail off since I was 17, doing everything from waiting tables to bartending just to make ends meet. But Harry wouldn't know a hard day's work if it slapped him in the face. From partying up in Vegas on someone else's dime to expecting royal treatment wherever he goes, Harry's sense of entitlement knows no bounds. And don't even get me started on Meghan, the ultimate grifter extraordinaire. Picture this scene: Meghan with a million-dollar smile, eyes set on her next target, cozying up to a Netflix exec like it's nobody's business. Then, out of nowhere, she drops the bombshell request: "Can we borrow your beach house?" Talk about nerve!
Now, I don't know about you, but if someone put me on the spot like that, I'd tell them to stick it. But this poor soul caved under the pressure of Meghan's manipulation tactics and handed over the keys to her kingdom. But wait, it gets even juicier.
Fast forward to Harry's desperate plea to borrow their private plane. I mean, can you believe the audacity? These two think they're entitled to everything under the sun without a second thought for the hardworking folks footing the bill. And don't even get me started on their so-called movie endeavors. Apparently, Meghan's Hollywood dreams are crashing and burning faster than you can say 'box office flop.' Newsflash, Meghan – you're not Rachel Zane anymore.
But what really grinds my gears is the fact that they're using their kids as pawns in their twisted game of fame and fortune. Where are the little ones in all of this? It's a damn shame, if you ask me.
