The Half-Blood Princess continues to do her damnedest to turn her Prince into a frog in truly record time:
The Duke and Duchess of Sussex recently purchased an impressive new home in Santa Barbara, Montecito. The house includes nine bedrooms and 16 bathrooms as well as a guest house, a tea house, a children’s cottage, a full-size tennis court, a lap-lane swimming pool, and an elaborate built-in children’s play-set. However, some experts fear they can’t afford the home along with running costs and repaying taxpayers for the renovations on Frogmore cottage.
The Sussex’ new home is reportedly worth at least $10 million more than what they purchased it for.
According to the Daily Mail, Harry and Meghan have a $9.5 million mortgage for their new home.
Moreover, running costs per year on the home will no doubt be extortionate.
The mortgage is estimated to be around $480,000 a year, with property tax at $68,000.
Any staff they might get could cost them $300,000, utilities are $24,000 and security at $3.3million.
Therefore it will cost the pair about $4.4 million just to live, in addition to the money they are paying back British taxpayers for more than £2million Frogmore Cottage renovations.
Meghan is said to have amassed £3.8m in her acting career while Harry’s £19.2 million comprises of an inheritance from Princess Diana and an annual allowance from Prince Charles.
The story of Harry Windsor and the Half-Blood Princess is beyond anything that J. K. Rowling could possibly have dreamed up – and in fact, given Mrs. Rowling’s rather well-known luvvie tendencies (for my American readers, that means “politically correct”), she likely strongly approves of the way that Prince Henry Charles Albert David Mountbatten-Windsor has gone about things.
I’ve written some very negative things about Prince Harry’s marriage in the past, and I stand by those writings. But I hold nothing against Prince Harry himself, whom I thought of as quite an admirable young man before he went all woke and therefore got stupid. (He’s not “young” at all, actually – he’s pretty much the same age as the younger of my older male cousins.)
He went from being a dissolute party type to a fit, disciplined, tough, brave, skilled, and capable warrior who served in battle with honour and distinction alongside his brothers in the British Army in the Rockpile. He loved Army life and it clearly made him a better man. He turned into a man to be admired and emulated. He started up the Invictus Games as a way to give back to the warriors that he clearly loved so much, and he was happy – you could see it in his face and his eyes from pictures at the time.
Then he met Meghan Markle, and it all went straight into the crapper.
(Fun facts: Thomas Crapper did not invent the flush-toilet, but the term “crapper” does come from his name. The reason why we call toilets “johns” – well, at least in PommieBastardLande, they do – is because of Sir John Harrington, a courtier of Queen Elizabeth I who invented that first sanitary device. Nor is Mr. Crapper’s name actually the root of the term “crap” – we have the French, as usual, to blame for that. It’s a public service that I provide here, really – much like the toilet, actually.)
He met a woman who, unfortunately, reminded him rather strongly of his dearly departed mother, in that she was sassy, independent, free-spirited, used to getting her own way, and wasn’t interested in stuffy procedures and traditions.
And because his own sexual market value was totally out of whack with his actual personality – dude is a freakin’ PRINCE, which means he can have ANY woman he wants anywhere – he fell, hard, for a well-ridden divorced older actress from far outside of his usual social circle.
The results of this match are plain to see. Harry used to be a man that women desired and men admired. Now he is a man that women simply like and men pity.
He has allowed himself to be sucked into a lifestyle that is totally alien to him. He and his wife are on the hook for making $5 MILLION a year, minimum, FOR THE NEXT 30 YEARS, just to make ends meet – and that is BEFORE taxes. He has subjected himself, and possibly his family back in the UK as well, to the tender ministrations of Infernal Revenue Service.
That’s also ALL before inflation, and before we get to the fact that Los Angeles and other big cities are emptying out and flooding into wealthy suburbs – like Montecito. Which means that the costs of living out there are going to skyrocket.
The likely outcome of all of this is that Prince Harry is going to find himself coming apart at the seams – his temper frayed by a domineering, difficult, demanding wife, his finances drained at an ever-increasing rate, his schedule increasingly busy, his beloved passion projects falling by the wayside, and his connections to his family and heritage becoming ever more distant by the day.
I certainly hope that I am wrong, and that Prince Harry can make all of this work. But I am not optimistic at all. I have a strong feeling that his life is going to get worse by the year until either he cannot bear it anymore and flees, or his wife tires of his supplication and wokeness and Beta-male attitudes – which SHE caused him to adopt – and divorces him.
Again – that’s not what I want. Prince Harry was and in many ways remains a good and admirable man. He is a testament to the transformative power of discipline, masculinity, and strength.
But he is also very quickly turning into an object lesson about how to fall off the wagon, really hard, and become a pussified woke joke.
I’ll leave the last words on the subject to our friend Joker: