AN anguished nation, shocked that both King Charles and the Princess of Wales are battling cancer, is searching for any way to blame Harry and Meghan.
The exiled Duke and Duchess of Sussex would seem, on the surface, to bear no responsibility for the medical conditions of Britain’s most beloved Royals. The abhorrent toxicity of their presence is 5,500 miles away.
But that is mere science. And what every Briton knows in their heart is that when disaster strikes and the unthinkable happens that they did it. It’s all their fault.
It is natural, in these early days, not to know exactly how. We’re still too stunned to see clearly into the cloud of their malevolence and pick out the culpable acts, which is what they’re counting on.
Could the launch of Meghan’s lifestyle brand be responsible? Or their new website, sussex.com, besmirching the name of an entire county? Was it Harry’s arrogant refusal to hand over his HRH title that caused those rogue cells?
Or was it more direct? Voodoo, perhaps, which goes hand-in-skeletal-hand with their Californian wellness? An oungan paid millions to stick pins in dolls and send a nation into crisis?
Was it radiation? A network of low-earth-orbit satellites beaming down targeted gamma rays at the behest of friend of the Sussexes Xi Jinping? To destroy the monarch and with it, the West?
Right now we’re still searching for answers. But within a fortnight, our doubts will harden to certainty. It was them, the bastards.
