The slimy whore-(((media))))))))) over in PommieBastardLande have been dissecting every last detail of the latest book dump from an annoying whiny ginger who used to be one of the most well-loved members of the Royal Family. Now, what Harry the Ginger Whinger wants to do with his life, is his business, but it is impossible to notice the utter hypocrisy involved in railing against the press, whom he claims helped kill his mother, while also relying on the press to public scurrilous attacks on his family.

It is important to note that Harry “Hewitt” – I’d like to make it very clear that there is no evidence whatsoever, beyond the purely circumstantial, that he is James Hewitt‘s bastard, and in fact he looks much more like his uncle, the Earl of Spencer, who in his youth was a true ginger – has no one to blame for this utter shitstorm he has unleashed, than himself. His lies are being rapidly exposed and dismantled for the entire world to see. And his credibility is taking huge hits over the very public and extremely ill-timed rows he is having with a family that is still adjusting to life without the longest-reigning monarch in the history of their country.

PJW breaks it all down rather well for us:

Let us remind ourselves, yet again, of the sage words of Our Beloved and Dreaded Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) Voxemort the Most Malevolent and Terrible, all the way back in late November 2017, when he wrote the following about Harry and the Half-Blood Princess:

Harry is a prime example of a situational alpha who is a low delta at heart, and a delta with some noticeable gamma strains to boot. On the one hand, he’s extremely rich, extremely famous, tall, courageous, and better-looking than the average man. On the other, he has always severely underkicked his coverage; he’s had a long tendency to involve himself with older, not-very-attractive women. One would expect a “wild child” in his position to have a track record with women that made Leonardo diCaprio’s look modest, but if the media is to be believed, Harry has mostly been involved with women who are a bit old, a bit fat, or a bit plain.

There is nothing wrong with any of that, of course, but the pattern is indicative of a deep internal insecurity where women are concerned.

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Harry is a Mama’s boy who lost his mother at a young age and has never recovered from the loss. His sociosexual rank is completely out of whack as a result, as he combines elite social rank with infantile sexuality that is desperate for the Lost Mommy. Unless she possesses acute foresight and iron-clad self-discipline, this older actress is most likely going to eat the prince alive and control his life to an extent that will become distasteful to his family, to the public, and eventually, to Harry himself.

More than five years later, every single word of that last paragraph has come to pass.

Harry does not strike me as a happy man, even though he has everything, on the surface, that a man needs to be happy. He has an “attractive” – to his eyes, anyway, and to the eyes of the whorenalists and presstitutes and the right-on liberal elite, who are terrified of being called “-ists” and “-phobes” of any kind – woman. She has given him two beautiful and healthy children – against the odds, considering her age. He is hugely wealthy and lives among the jet-set elites in one of the most desirable neighbourhoods in the world, in a giant mansion that is the stuff of dreams for any ordinary mortal.

He is globally recognised, able to get away with any amount of hypocritical preening and posturing that he wants. His royal birthrights give him access to a stratum of society that others who want such things can only envy.

Yet… he seems desperately unhappy, at almost every level. And all of that therapy isn’t helping him, at all – I do believe there is such a thing as “too much” therapy, and I strongly suspect Harry Windsor is well beyond that point.

Every single revelation that has come out from his book reveals a man who has the socio-sexual rank of an Alpha, yet acts like a complete Gamma. He is an impostor, inhabiting a place in the world that he does not actually want, led by a wife who appears to be a particularly unpleasant and nasty piece of work, and who has an ego out of all proportion to her actual social value. Basically, she is a D-list actress and model who jumped a prince’s bones – she is not merely a social climber, she is a proper mountaineer.

If we can take William Makepeace Thackeray‘s classic exploration of what we today call the socio-sexual hierarchy, for both men and women, Vanity Fair, then we have a pretty good idea of how this ends:

Badly, for all concerned.

(It really is a superb book, with a very great deal of classic red-pill wisdom. I remember reading it all the way back in college, and its lessons have stuck with me ever since – even though, back then, I did not have the first clue about the SSH, or the Manosphere, or anything of the sort.)

Beyond proving himself to be a Gamma at heart, with his relentless and very public attacks on a family that tries very hard to turn the other cheek, Harry also shows his taste in women to be… well, really rather poor. Jared Taylor lays out the case for his overall lack of judgement (not merely with respect to women) in an excellent article in which he calls Harry, essentially, “jumped-up White Trash”, and it is impossible to disagree with him.

From my perspective, the worst aspect of his public behaviour has to be the way in which he has bragged about killing 25 Taliban fighters, and stating that he feels no remorse for doing so, since he believed he killed to protect his brothers.

Now, there is nothing wrong, per se, about this – I am not one of those who is squeamish about soldiers telling stories of their deeds in battle. I also fully accept his view that the Taliban RIFs he killed were, essentially, just pieces on a chessboard, and he simply removed them. The most one can say against this behaviour is that it is unseemly and unnecessary, but that is all.

The problem lies in the fact that, given his public stature, name recognition, and recent revelations, the Taliban and their fellow Izzlamist nutbags all over the world now have a very strong incentive to hunt down and kill the members of Harry’s former combat unit.

In revealing his deeds, he has painted a target on the backs of his friends and allies.

This is not how a decent man behaves. This is how a Gamma and a fool behaves.

The Royal Family would be well advised to cut this damned fool loose – strip him and his domineering, extremely unpleasant wife of their undeserved titles, and let them try to earn an “honest” living on the celebrity Z-list circuit. It is still better than he deserves, for having published a ghost-written autobiography that is plainly full of errors and lies, and which seems to delight in the misery it inflicts upon an already grieving family and nation.

You don’t have to like the Royal Family – many of my readers do not – to realise this man is very dangerous to the institution of the monarchy, and a dishonour to his nation.

If there is one upshot of all of this, it is the fact that Harry does not have much farther to fall. His antics are already highly distasteful to his family, and to both the British and American public – and to much of the rest of the world as well. Harry is clearly deeply unhappy in his own right. All that remains is for him to realise in a very big hurry why marrying a biracial well-ridden divorcee actress is a violation of virtually every tenet of game imaginable.