It all started with ‘where and how did it go wrong? So, so, so wrong, in what felt like a very short period of time.’ I mean how do you, a divorced (two times, if rumours are to be believed!) commoner, bag yourself one of the most eligible bachelors in the world, a prince no less, become a senior member of what has been described as the most famous family on the planet and an all expenses paid life to be half of the most disliked pairing in the universe?
The cursory Google search threw up digital tomes dedicated to dissecting and analysing one of the ‘greatest’ questions of our time – just how did ‘Megxit’ come about???? The more I read, the more confused I became. A cocktail of buzz words such as ‘race’, ‘security’, ‘our truth’, ‘privacy’, ‘philanthropy’ etc. were volleyed about in the media but, despite the voluminous column inches, the real reason why Prince Harry and his wife of less than two years ditched their roles with the British Royal Family and fled the UK really remains a mystery.
Their departure seems to have caught many by surprise but the newly-weds’ apparent desire for a quiet life away from the probing zoom lens of the papparazzi seemed to be understood and respected. That was until the onslaught of interviews and the accounts of their ‘truth’ began. It was at this moment that the British public’s magnanimity (and, dare I say it, the US’) began to rapidly wane.
The amount of speculation about these two characters is quite astounding, almost as astounding as the number of monikers with which the digital world has christened them. My quest for what I thought would be a relatively straight forward answer taught me so much more than I think I actually wanted to know. I learned that many do not wish to utter the names of these two and Harry is often to referred as ‘TO’ (This One) and his beloved wife as ‘TOW’ (This One’s Wife). Other unflattering nicknames include Hairold, Haznoballs, Bunker Harry, Megdusa, Megaliar, Meg$y…..and these are the relatively nicer ones! Together they are often referred to as the ‘Harkles’.
I also learned that the Royal Family may have covered up a lifetime of Harry’s shenanigans and alleged serious indiscretions to make him appear the ‘cheeky chappy’ I once believed him to be. They, or well at least Meghan’s ability ‘to abandon someone or something after they’ve contributed to ones life in a meaningful way’, has become ‘a thing’ and is now a verb – ‘markled’, a concept that even finds pride of place in the urban dictionary!
Accusations and recriminations, from what I can tell, continue to come thick and fast from across the pond. Reports of bullying hang like a storm cloud over both parties; there have been tears, tantrums, sulking and greyrocking; enough drama and allegations of backstabbing to rival Dallas’ villain, JR Ewing.*
Despite the ongoing saga between the current and the former members of the Royal Family, I uncovered something a lot more intriguing – who knew that there is an army of YouTubers dedicated to analysing the behaviour of these two; calling out the inconsistencies in their stories, researching their backgrounds, friendships and relationships. Indeed, there is some first-class sleuthing going on in the virtual world by people who question their motives, by people who wish to defend the monarchy, by people who want to expose them for the lying grifters they believe them to be. And this goes a lot further than just wishing to prove them to be the complete antithesis of what the Royal Family represents – it has become somewhat a battle of Good vs. Evil.
The Harkles have not been backward in going forward with pushing their ‘truth’ on the world and have (supported by the $ that the average Jo Schmo does not have) been more than willing to challenge each and every single article, paragraph, sentence, even thought that they judge to be unfavourable in their eyes. An occupational hazard some may say however, when in the public eye I would have thought that media training 101 would have equipped them, even taught them to not read what is written about them. But no, Prince Harry has taken up his legal sword and is on a crusade to teach the nasty media that they cannot criticise him, cannot have view, cannot draw a conclusion, cannot voice an opinion – unless, of course, it paints him as a saint whose every action is directed to save the world.
Red Flag.
The deeper I dug, the more flabbergasted (and am not gonna lie, confused) I became. This goes beyond mere gossip rags and supermarket cash desk attention grabbing headlines. The dedicated YouTubers have opened my eyes to a whole new world, the gist of which warns against taking things at face value. It turns out that in the US (where the Harkles now reside) there a many, many associations, for want of a better word, which are known as industrial complexes. Accordi’ng to the world wide web, an industrial complex is ‘a socioeconomic concept wherein businesses become entwined in social or political systems or institutions, creating or bolstering a profit economy from these systems’. Harry, along with a surprising number of familiar faces, is part of the information industrial complex in the States. In fact, Harry sits on the board of the Aspen Institute which is committed to ‘driving change through dialogue, leadership, and action to help solve the greatest challenges of our time.’ It appears dear Harry is on the Aspen Commission on Information Disorder. The use of the word ‘disorder’ is the subject of another post but putting ‘two and two together’ and stripping it to its core, this is really just about people in the public eye trying to control the narrative about themselves and doing everything to ensure that what is said/written about them in public is only positive and begone with the negative – ergo negative speak about them shall be quashed at all costs. Worryingly, this ventures into the territory of America’s most proud belief – the Freedom of Speech. When Freedom of Speech is attacked, manipulated in the name of hiding the truth….it begs the question….
*Showing my age here but refers to a popular US soap opera ca. 1980s which, I have to say, I was not permitted to watch!
Dubai Mummy 