Whatever you're doing it isn't important.
Look sharp now, you wouldn't want to miss
any of the histrionic editions of the Royal
House of Harry and Megan now, would you?
You must be aware that theatrics at this level
of skill magnetizes a world starved of high
drama by a playwright whose venom runs
deep in resentment of a world that failed to
recognize her gifts to society until the advent
of her union with a petulant prince pining
for sympathy as an ill-done-by overlooked
second to a throne. With her guile and capacity
for invention, and his violated trust as a
pathetic princeling who inherited his mother's
penchant for pouting and publicly decrying
lovelessness while in hot pursuit of passion
she has found her metier, her purpose in life
and he has found his salvation, while the world
has discovered another slick and sad Soap Opera.
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