I have tried assiduously to avoid all the Harry and Meghan, and failed as miserably as every online person in the world.

Americans love the Royals, and I have to admit that I loved The Crown and have opinions about King Charles that are unflattering, so I can’t get all high and mighty about my false indifference to British Royalty.

But Harry and Meghan? They actively disgust me because of their woke self-absorption so I try to look away.

No joy. I ran across this and made the mistake of listening to this clip from Harry’s reading of his new book. I failed in a noble mission. Worse, I am sharing my pain at listening to this with you. I am evil. I admit it.

This book is a Freudian nightmare. pic.twitter.com/PPJtjPXWvq

— Dominic Wakeford (@domwakeford) January 11, 2023

Here are the lines he was reading from Spare:

My penis was oscillating between extremely sensitive… and borderline traumatized The last place I wanted to be was Frostnipistan. I’d been trying some home remedies, including one recommended by a friend She’d urged me to apply Elizabeth Arden cream.

My mum used that on her lips You want me to put that on my todger? It works, Harry. Trust me.

I found a tube… and the minute I opened it the smell transported me through time I felt as if my mother was right there in the room… And I took a smidge and applied it down there.

This man belongs in therapy.

Diana was famously attractive (not that I particularly cared for her looks, but tastes vary), but a son should not be thinking longingly of his mother’s lips as he rubs a lubricant on his private parts. I am pretty sure there is something wrong with that.

I don’t know. That could be just me, of course. Perhaps rubbing cream on one’s penis while feeling one’s mother is “in the room” is a normal thing for a Royal?

No, this man-child is fundamentally broken.

Harry’s brokenness goes far beyond his bizarre fantasies. His entire life is a fantasy, and he believes that is true for all of us.

Having been criticized for being less than completely…accurate…in his book, Harry has fallen back on the famous “my truth” defense. Accuracy, even reality, is subordinate to his feelings.

Another perfect example of this embrace of unreality is the complete about face on Royal family racism. For two years they have whinged about racism, claimed victimhood, and even accepted an award a couple weeks ago for fighting racism in the Royal family.

Prince Harry Denies He and Meghan Markle Accused the Royal Family of Racism in Oprah Interview https://t.co/48XP3IEpfc

— People (@people) January 8, 2023

Now? Harry and Meghan deny they ever claimed that the Royals are racist.

Clearly the man has been overeducated. Only somebody steeped in Leftist academic theory actually believes this. If we did then nobody could be held accountable for anything. You say I killed that man? Not in my reality. You have constructed a fable. Perhaps you did it? Who knows? There are no objective facts.

He has become the embodiment of the modern academic, where one can simultaneous claim something is true and historical to get the benefits, while simultaneously claiming that truth is entirely internal and one’s internal experience is the only reality. “I am oppressed!”

In other words, you can’t trust a word he or people who think like him says. It is a “fable we tell ourselves,” not a reflection of an external reality.

Perfect. This is how Leftists think. It is the epistemology behind The 1619 Project, claims of “feeling unsafe,” being “literally threatened,” “stochastic terrorism,” and all the doublespeak we are confronted with every day. “Feelings” are the only facts.

When a man declares that everything he recounts is a fable, I would be inclined to believe him. Now most of us would call that lying, but in academicspeak it is telling “your truth,” because there are no “objective facts.” If so, then your “facts” mean nothing to me or anybody else. Go live your fantasy as the rest of us do things in the real world.

This is the reality of wokeness. The actual embrace of lying as an art, out in the open. Words are weapons, not ways to share information. Language is nothing but a tool to get power. This is critical theory in human form.

Harry is a pathetic figure as a person, but perhaps his celebrity serves a purpose: laying bare the sickness of the woke. An obsession with perversity in all things (fondling one’s genitals while thinking of his mother), an obsession with feeling victimized, no matter how privileged, and a complete indifference to reality.

Memory is a fable we tell ourselves. And apparently the fable can change by the moment.

This triggers me and makes me feel unsafe. Quit oppressing me!