What Piers Morgan Tells Us About Himself
Piers Morgan’s latest Spectator dispatch—a smug recounting of a Trump phone call—is less a column than a self-indictment. He gloats about feeding Trump’s ego with tales of British press praise after Starmer’s White House visit. The cab driver’s awe is his true prize—a cheap prop for a man who’s spent decades free-riding on louder names. Morgan’s a grifter par excellence, a leech on Trump’s coattails, his integrity a garish façade crumbling over a swamp of scandals, malice, and self-obsession.
https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/what-donald-trump-told-me-about-keir-starmer
The Trump Hustle: A Parasite’s Playbook
Morgan’s Trump tango is opportunism distilled. Crowned on Celebrity Apprentice in 2008—where Trump saluted his “ruthless, arrogant, evil” core—he clung tight, riding the wave until 2021. By 2021, on Good Morning Britain, he flipped, branding Trump “mentally unfit” post-election after the Capitol riots, a sharp U-turn from his earlier cheerleading. By 2022, he’s back, goading Trump into a walkout for Piers Morgan Uncensored. Loyalty’s a myth—just look at his glee over $789.68 in residuals from a 22-second Campaign cameo. He’s a remora in the spotlight, thriving on borrowed shine.
Press Scandals: Integrity’s Graveyard
His tabloid legacy is a cesspool of ethical decay. Sacked from the Daily Mirror in 2004 for fake Iraq abuse photos, Morgan didn’t just dodge accountability—he mocked it, insisting the hoax echoed real abuses. The 2023 High Court ruling gutted his lies: he knew of phone hacking at the Mirror, a fact Leveson called “utterly unpersuasive.” Toss in Viglen share-dumping (£67,000 through his wife’s name, cleared but sleazy) and publishing Catherine Lockwood’s clinic photos against codes, and it’s a rap sheet of ruin. Jeremy Clarkson’s 2004 punches at the British Press Awards? A rare crack in the façade.
Covid Crusader: A Tyrant’s Tantrum
Morgan’s Covid rampage is his vilest act. From his plush perch, he smeared the unvaccinated—branding them “loonies” unfit for NHS care or vaccine passports (2021)—with a venom that reeked of authoritarian glee. Backed by Dr. Hilary Jones, whose Gates-linked MedTate ties juiced the fear, he shilled vaccines as salvation. Then he caught Covid twice post-jabs—Delta in 2021, wheezing “rough as a badger’s arse,” then again in 2023—yet kept jeering, taunting anti-vaxxers into 2024 (“I hope they taunt me on my deathbed”). The twist? A Lancet meta-analysis shows “protection from past infection by variant and over time is at least equivalent if not greater than that provided by two-dose mRNA vaccines.” Natural immunity triumphed; Morgan’s sanctimony flopped—a spectacular misstep.
https://twitter.com/piersmorgan/status/1083703061380509696
Narcissism Unleashed: The King of His Own Circus
His ego’s a runaway spectacle. Chuckling with Trump over Biden’s “senility,” flogging Woke is Dead as a “common sense” triumph, he styles himself a savior while crushing dissenters underfoot. He even compares himself to Dame Joan Collins, crowing, “Dame Joan and I are both movie stars with expansive bodies of work,” as if his nine self-starring cameos—playing Piers Morgan—match her iconic legacy. He’s untouchable—too busy drooling over Trump’s second UK state visit invite from king Charles. Every strut screams self-idolatry: the cab driver’s gasp, the royal nod, the mirror he can’t stop kissing. He’s not a pundit—he’s a ringmaster, honking his own horn.
The Clowning of a Hollow Man
This is a man who’s persecuted from privilege, slandered from safety, and grifted his way to relevance with zero shame. The science exposed his Covid rants as bunk—natural immunity outdid his jabs, which piled up adverse events while he clapped like a trained seal. His scandals—from fake photos to hacked phones—stack up like circus refuse, yet he prances on, Teflon-slick and unrepentant. He’s not a voice of our age; he’s a cautionary tale of what festers when shamelessness meets spotlight—a hollow husk, a bully in the glare, blind to the reckoning he’s courted.
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