The Sap Trap

Once upon a time, there was a spoiled brat of a prince, jealous of his older and wiser brother, who one day would become King of all England. The young red haired prince would scream, shout and throw tantrums to get the undivided attention of his mother and to get all of his own way. He would lash out and hit any other children who had a toy that he wanted for himself. He was a selfish little prince and was very self centred. His favourite words were "I want!"

Needless to say, his handsome brother was much loved by all because he was unselfish and very caring.

One day when the red haired prince was a youth, his beautiful princess mother died in a horrible accident in a land far across the sea. The country mourned and grieved with her two sons as they saw the carpet of flowers spread before the palace gates. Sadness befell the world.

Many years later, after a life tormented with self pity, self indulgence and exagerrated acts of exhibitionalism, the very angry red haired prince fell victim to the wiles and voodoo of a raven haired social climbing pauper, the daughter of a black skinned mother and a white father, the two of which did not share a familial home. This female pauper had been given many privileges by the father, and a deluded sense of self importance and grandure by the black mother. She was led to believe herself to be a princess.

Many years later as she grew, her fake marriage for financial gain and social connections ended. She set her sights upon a mentally disturbed red haired prince whose life was out of control. Upon using her devious and manipulated connections, she manouvered herself into an arranged meeting, whereupon she could enact the many similarities between herself and the red haired prince's lost mother.

A sitting duck. This goose was cooked whilst the Wicked Witch of the West roasted his chicken! She served him up a dish of whirlwind engagement pie, a whipped up wedding with a cherry on top.

Part 2: Escape from Palace

Soon the nation would learn of much deceit and lies perpetuated by this troubled duo. A baby boy was born under dubious circumstances. Suspicion grew as stories circulated of the wife becoming uncontrollable in her efforts to disrupt the palace and all who lived there, and especially the Queen and her consort.

MORE lies and fabrications swirled within the royal circles from the wicked witch of the west and her churlish prince. Many accusations from whole cloth...or in their case 'hole cloth' abounded.

With devious intent, the dastardly duo tagged book deals, tabloids, Netflix, and Oprah, awaiting stories to sink their teeth into to feed the appetites of 'twit headed' readers yearning for drama about race, mental health, & the misfortune of being cut-off from the crown. He, the unsuspecting, self centred prince, and she the conniving, story-telling failure who cast her fishing pole and snagged herself a big wet fish.

Now, they were up and running to win the jack pot of all time, with storybooks, fables and self pity being the perfect combination. The stage was set. The 'queen from another tribe' had arranged the performance, whereupon the vicious attack of the century was about to unfold.

The two delivered narcissistic tales sprinkled with many mockadile tears and unsubstantiated accusations. All hurled across the world as the dillitarious prince's grandfather lay dying in the palace.

The black witch 'posed and primped' for the cameras and for the spectators as she rubbed her questionably large belly of baby, (or not).

Many months have passed by. Many people have not seen the child, however the baby had a copyright, domain name, & trademark before it was even born. There is much to be told about this sad story. The citizens have become weary. The public gaze has waned. The red prince has shown his spite and malice, and his raven haired wife her jealous fury. This story is now well received with BOOS.

The fairy story is over. There is no happy ever after ending. The Black Haired 'Duchess of Muchness' has long since rejected her father, half sister, half brother and former stepping stone friends. She had used them all to reach higher up the ladder. She the 'Black Duchess' and he the disgraced red faced 'Red Prince'.

And so this story is told, they did not live happily ever after.

The End!

Regarding Harry’s Ridiculous GQ Commentary

An empty man in an empty suit. Seriously, the stupid look on his face is enough to piss people off. Pompous ass '(Dr?) Harry Wales,' the UNappointed COVID specialist is practicing without a license! Giving advice about an untested toxic vaccine at the expense of fully vetted and successful alternative medicines is harmful to the public at best and CRIMINAL at worst! GQ OFF and keep your uninformed opinions to yourself RED HAIRED HARRY! Keep your royal BIG MOUTH OPINIONS to yourself! Inject yourself at will along with your RAVEN HAIRED BLACK WITCH as you writhe along to a life of 'dodging virus variant bullets!’

Timing is everything. Harry, you had the chance of a lifetime to make a heartfelt, meaningful statement about the decline of Afghanistan that night. After all of the time you invested over there IN uniform, THIS is what you came up with for a speech? How much were you paid off by the manufacturers to make this woke statement? Would he rescind his statement if he was aware of how much harm was done by this jab?

Co-Written/Edited by: Christina Vescovo