Of course we know the game and it’s an ugly one.
We understand you take a position to make a name for yourself.
It’s a desperate and sad trawl with each hate filled statement trying to outrage more than the one before. The real tragedy is that The Sun even prints the stuff. It doesn’t really have much point to it. There is no coherent argument just slavering hate with the drool dribbling all over the laptop.
You may even believe some of this stuff you bash out. After all, these days being hateful is mixed up with being knowledgeable, an ugly place. This is a mass media where you are presented as some kind of expert instead of being someone who was a failure on a TV talent show. Somehow that made you an expert, a commentator, a nodding dog for no-one apart from yourself.
These are the delusional rantings of a hateful soul who is nowhere near as smart as they think they are.
I guess the right need a cheer leader but even they must be depressed that all they could get was you…
At this point I will have to explain to people who you are, as fame is a fickle and unfriendly beast and can scamper away as quickly as it can be harnessed.
Your fleeting moment of semi-fame came on the Apprentice – that programme where Alan Sugar fires people. You said mean things to people and had opinions akin to those of a Daily Mail reader after too many gin and tonics. Somehow you’ve stretched this thin membrane of fame and have found yourself a wafer thinner TV and press ‘career’ as a ‘controversial’ character.
A career of being a cheerleader for the type of people who still write letters to the Tory press with crayons and believe that Nigel Farage is a sensible person, a man of the people, who goes to pubs and drinks ‘pints’ and talks ‘common sense’.
You know – the ugly side of dear ole Blighty…
Katie, you pop up on TV as some sort of “wheel her in to say silly stuff to wind up the viewers” type of class clown, but you really seem like a sad and lost person and I’m not sure being on TV is the right place for you.
We don’t hate you, hate is for your mob- we just feel bit sorry for you. Indeed, it’s like watching a car crash or someone determined to make a name for themselves whatever it takes – a sort of celebrity culture taking itself seriously in the name of fame. Celebrity eating itself. A world where fame is more important than intelligence.
A Kardashian type of fame.
Every day you come out with stuff like machine gunning immigants, hating children’s names when they are geographical when your own daughter is called India – or picking on the poor like it’s their fault and then loads more of the the usual immigration rants, tabloid headline opinions, golf club whinges and gin and tonic politics.
It’s like you are stupid, desperate or a keenly observed parody. Either that or all three.
I’m not even sure why you are on TV all the time in your role as a ‘social commentator’ as you seem willfully ignorant and very out of your depth about everything you drone on about. There are millions more people smarter and better qualified but the tragic media keep wheeling you out.
Katie, maybe one day you will suddenly wake up and try and make the world a better place. But we doubt it.
Of course you are the class clown, a cheerleader for the right – the sort of people who thinks everyone should work for nothing like a rerun to the slave days of ancient Rome, but the odd thing is that you are practically unemployable yourself and your own business is a flop and your ‘media career’ won’t last forever.
You are the nation’s number one troll. A cheerleader for people who never got to the 21st century. An out of touch joke and a reflection of the dark side of the social networking.
And that’s the good things.