Harry, in his infinite wisdom, decided to crash some kind of business summit. Because, you know, that’s what he does now. He’s not a royal anymore, so he’s got to find some way to stay relevant, right? And what does he do? He grabs a microphone—uninvited, mind you—and starts spouting off about how he’s “not caught in the divide between left or right views.”
Oh, really, Harry? Is that why we just found out that you donated over $600,000 to Democratic strategists? I mean, come on. This guy is so transparent, it’s almost painful to watch. He’s trying to play both sides, and he’s failing miserably.
Let’s talk about that $600,000 for a second. Who in their right mind gives that kind of money to political strategists and then has the nerve to stand up in front of a crowd and claim to be politically neutral? What kind of strategy were these so-called experts giving him? Because, from where I’m sitting, it looks like they took his money and ran.
And honestly, can you blame them? Harry and Meghan are like the gift that keeps on giving for anyone looking to make a quick buck. They’re so desperate for validation, so hungry for attention, that they’ll throw money at anyone who promises to make them look good. And guess what? It’s not working. It’s never worked. It’s never going to work.
But let’s get back to this speech because, oh boy, it’s a doozy. Harry starts off by saying that he’s “not one to be caught in the divide between left or right views.” Okay, sure, Harry. Tell that to the $600,000 you donated to the Democrats. Tell that to the countless interviews where you and your wife have trashed the royal family, the British press, and anyone else who dares to criticize you. Tell that to the American public, who are growing increasingly tired of your whining and complaining.
You’re not politically neutral, Harry. You’re a hypocrite. And the worst part is, you don’t even seem to realize it.
Then he goes on to say that he’s “approached everything in his life through the lens of service.” Oh, please. Spare me the sanctimonious nonsense. This is the same guy who quit his royal duties, moved to California, and started charging people hundreds of thousands of dollars to hear him speak. This is the same guy who’s made a career out of trashing his family and airing their dirty laundry in public. This is the same guy who’s turned the Invictus Games—a once-respected event honoring wounded veterans—into a platform for his own personal grievances.
Service? Please. The only thing Harry is serving these days is his own ego.
Let’s talk about the Invictus Games for a second because this is where Harry really loses me. He claims that his life has always revolved around charity, but let’s be real: the Invictus Games are the only thing he’s got going for him. And even that is starting to fall apart.
Does anyone even remember who won the last Invictus Games? I sure don’t. That’s because Harry has turned the event into a spectacle about himself and his wife. It’s no longer about the veterans; it’s about Harry and Meghan. And that’s a damn shame.
But wait, it gets better. Harry then goes on to say that he’s been focusing on “upstream solutions and prevention-driven decisions and investments.” What does that even mean? I mean, seriously, what is he talking about? This is just a bunch of buzzwords strung together to make him sound important.
But let’s break it down. “Upstream solutions” means he’s trying to fix problems before they happen. Okay, fine. But what problems is he actually fixing? What solutions is he actually providing? The answer is none. Zero. Zilch. This is just more empty rhetoric from a man who’s clearly lost his way.
And then, of course, he has to bring up his upbringing. Because, you know, we haven’t heard enough about how hard it was to grow up as a prince in one of the most privileged families in the world. He says he was never allowed to vote. Okay, Harry, but you’re not in the UK anymore. You’re in America now. And guess what? You’re allowed to vote here. So why are you still complaining?
Oh, that’s right. Because complaining is all you know how to do.
But here’s the kicker. Harry then says, “As a man who was born into a life of service, I recognize that with power and a platform comes responsibility.” Oh, really, Harry? Do you? Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you’ve done everything in your power to shirk that responsibility.
You quit your royal duties. You trashed your family. You moved to another country and started charging people to hear you speak. And now you’re standing up in front of a crowd, spouting off about responsibility? Give me a break.
And let’s not forget the girl in Africa. Remember her? Harry promised to take care of her, and then he just left her there. So much for responsibility, huh?
This is the problem with Harry. He talks a big game, but when it comes down to it, he doesn’t follow through. He’s all talk and no action. And that’s why people are starting to see through him. They’re starting to realize that he’s not the humanitarian he claims to be. He’s just a spoiled prince who’s trying to stay relevant in a world that’s moved on without him.
But here’s the thing: Harry doesn’t seem to realize that he’s become a laughingstock. He’s so blinded by his own ego, so desperate for validation, that he can’t see how far he’s fallen. And that’s the real tragedy here.
Because let’s be honest, Harry had it all. He had the world at his feet. He had the respect and admiration of millions of people. And he threw it all away for what? For a life in California with a woman who’s clearly using him as a stepping stone to fame and fortune.
It’s sad, really. But it’s also infuriating.
And let’s not forget the royal family in all of this. While Harry is out there making a fool of himself, William and Catherine are out there doing what they do best: being royals. They’re out in the rain, meeting with people, shaking hands, and showing the world what true grace and dignity look like.
They’re not chasing the spotlight. They’re not demanding attention. They’re just doing their jobs. And they’re doing them well. And the people love them for it. You can see it in the way they’re greeted, in the way people react to them. They’re loved, respected, and admired. And no amount of Harry’s antics is going to change that.
And then there’s Catherine. Oh, Catherine. The woman is a class act. She’s elegant, poised, and graceful—everything Meghan wishes she could be. And the best part? She doesn’t have to try. It comes naturally to her.
She’s not out there demanding attention or trying to prove herself. She’s just being herself. And people love her for it. You can see it in the way she looks. She’s radiant, glowing, and happy. And it shows. She’s a woman who is loved, who is content, and who is secure in who she is.
And then you look at Meghan, and it’s like night and day. Meghan is desperate, angry, and bitter. And it shows. She’s a woman who is constantly trying to prove herself, and it’s exhausting to watch.
So, my beautiful people, let’s sit back and watch this train wreck unfold. Let’s see if Harry manages to weasel his way back into the good graces of the public—or if he’s left sitting at home, fuming as the world moves on without him.
Let’s see if he ever realizes that he’s become a parody of himself—or if he continues to spiral further into irrelevance. But one thing’s for sure: no matter what happens, Harry will always be the same. He’ll always be desperate, always be hungry for attention, and always be a shadow of the man he once was.
