Donald Trump’s attacks on Taylor Swift & Meghan Markle are a bit deranged – but here’s why he’s got a point
HOW is it that the world’s most famous property tycoon, with a portfolio worth over £5billion, allows Meghan Markle to live rent-free in his head?
For that, quite clearly, is what she does. (Nestled alongside Taylor Swift in the spare room.)
“P****-grabbing” Donald Trump’s latest attack on two of the planet’s most famous women, one an influencer, one a pop star, are, on the surface, a bit deranged.
With his 6ft 3in, 240-ish lbs of imposing, orange, cholesterol’d hulk, the President’s latest unprovoked attack on Meghan ensured Mrs Windsor was on the receiving end of a pile-on from some of Donald’s more rabid fans.
That he chose to pick on a woman of colour, when much of marginalised America is living in fear, is especially wrong.
And I don’t condone it.
However, the point he was making was this: Pop stars and actresses have no place in the political realm.
And he is absolutely, categorically right.
Politics is a place for the democratically elected — it is NOT for the face of American Riviera Orchard, or the warbler of Shake It Off.
So during Sunday night’s Super Bowl, Donald, who is 78, re-posted a screenshot showing fan reactions to both him and Taylor.
The caption read “Trump gets massive cheers while Taylor gets booed — the world is healing.”
It might not be healing, but it is sick of being preached to by those with private jets.
This comes months after Donald, maturely, wrote: “I HATE TAYLOR SWIFT” when Taylor came out for his then-rival Kamala Harris.
Those capital letters tell you more about the man than any 3,000-word think piece ever could.
And last week the world’s most powerful man took aim at his old foe, Meghan.
Her crime? Branding the twinkle-toed former Apprentice star “divisive and misogynistic”.
For those uncertain at the back, Donald isn’t exactly an arch feminist.
Of Kim Kardashian, he said: “Does she have a good body? No? A fat ass? Absolutely.”
Of Heidi Klum: “Sadly she’s no longer a 10”.
And of Angelina Jolie: “Everyone thinks she’s like this great beauty — and I’m not saying she’s an unattractive woman, but she’s not a beauty by any stretch of the imagination.”
And of Meghan: “She’s terrible.”
It came as he batted away calls for Harry to be deported over his visa and historical drug use, adding: “I won’t do that.
“He’s got enough problems with his wife.”
Yes, yes, a bit awful.
But I defy anyone with an ounce of humour not to laugh at what was quite clearly a joke.
At the ridiculousness of this clearly bright man who, deep down, knows he’s not God’s gift either, saying what many say behind closed doors.
For all of Donald’s malapropisms and ludicrous insults, he has his finger on the pulse.
He knows what his voters — those struggling economically, fighting a skewed healthcare system and job market — think.
They are sick of being told what to do and who to vote for by liberal elites.
Celebs largely all came out for Kamala — and look how that went.
People are sick of being told woke policies will make their lives better off.
Some are sick of global poverty campaigner Meghan, dressed in a £5,000 outfit, telling those struggling to put food on the table, how they should live.
Since Trump whirlwinded back into the White House, he’s been a man on a mission — getting things done and following through on campaign promises.
Much of his manifesto is deeply unpalatable to Meg and Tay.
While these well-meaning, generous-of-spirit women can issue sage Insta advice from their Californian towers, they remain unfathomably out of touch with the real world.
For millions of Americans, Donald is listening. And that’s why he’s having the last laugh.
GIVE X ELBOW
ONCE upon a time, X, formerly known as Twitter, was a fun little place where people could voice their views and make funny one-liners.
Now it’s an out and out cesspit.
That Kanye West gained over 800,000 followers after his disgusting anti-Semitic and misogynistic rants last week – before coming off it yesterday after claiming to have “hit women” – tells you everything you need to know about the place.
Avoid.
Facing up to insult
ON the subject of trolls, last week you may have seen I had a facelift at 40* and wrote, candidly, about it.
Overwhelmingly the response from readers was incredible, and super-kind.
I had over 300 DMs on Instagram, and countless texts from friends, family, colleagues and acquaintances.
All was well in the rosy-glow of my post-facelift write-up.
Until, like the self-destructing fool that I am, I pushed it too far and I popped on to The Sun’s Facebook page to read a few below-the-line comments.
And quickly popped off again.
A special thank-you to Alison for this gem: “She looked in her fifties before and looks in her fifties now.” *42
Always spot on, Joanna
OVER the weekend I binged Amandaland, an absolute comic masterpiece of a series.
Well done BBC.
But then again, anything starring the god-like Joanna Lumley, a woman whose dulcet, authoritative tones could lull me to sleep during root canal surgery, rarely misses.
Off-screen, I also like the cut of her jib.
Take a recent article, in which she was asked about the current trend for introspection and self-reflection.
You know, “journeys”.
Says Saint Joanna: “I can’t see the point.
“I’m as shallow as a puddle.
“I think we’re all here as little travellers and if, as a traveller, you spend all your time trying to find out who you are and thinking about yourself, you’re a crashing bore.
“That narcissism is a very short journey and at the end of it you haven’t nourished yourself much.”
Hear hear.
TREAT TREND LUNACY
NOW, I’m trusting this isn’t a piece affecting hardy, sensible, dog-loving Sun readers.
But near where I live, in leafy Richmond Park, there’s a worrying new form of helicopter parenting.
Apparently it is now unacceptable to offer a passing dog a treat, lest the dog be vegetarian, on a diet, lactose-intolerant, grain-free or “raw” – a creature that eats only uncooked (usually organic) meat.
Some ridiculous woman – wearing, obviously, a Chelsea life-jacket (gilet) and doubtless driving a Range Rover, veritably barked at me when I offered her cockapoo Barnaby a small turkey treat.
“Barnaby, no!!”, she bellowed.
“We don’t accept treats from strangers.”
She whisked poor Barnaby away, explaining in her trail the mutt “is on raw”.
Madness.
“SCIENTISTS reveal what would happen if an astronaut ejaculated in space.”
A headline I wasn’t expecting over my morning millennial breakfast (avo on toast). And big apologies if you’re eating yours.
Anyway, it’s good to know such crucial and timely research is being done by our most eminent professors.
CRAPO TOPS IT
A BIG thanks to reader Penny, who got in touch after I highlighted the unfortunately named Mr Crapo, a US senator.
Penny wrote in with a sweet picture of General Arse Biscuites.
Alas, the French military officer was scurrilously misnamed by Twitter rascals in a hoax post which was later re-posted by former Scots Tory leader Ruth Davidson.
“Mr Arse Biscuites” is actually a chap called Edouard Guillaud.
Mike Crapo for the win, then.
SPURS once again capitulated on Sunday night in a dismal FA Cup showing against Aston Villa, one boasting the recently transferred Marcus Rashford.
Still, if it doesn’t work out for a below-par Marcus this season, surely there are loads of school dinners he can be getting on with for the U18s.
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