I think we all know that Katie Hopkins is one of the world’s most unpleasant people and not endowed with a high enough IQ to count a deck of playing cards. And yet unbelievably she still has her column of hate published each and every Friday by the Sun newspaper.
I’m left wondering if the ‘Hemingway of our time’ is the only person capable of fashioning the written word. Yeah, Katie Hopkins wishes…. my sources tell me that Katie hates NMi because…oh never mind.
Anyway, if you’re up for reading the self-absorbed hijinks of a screaming harpy then the Katie Hopkins column is your Friday read.
This week Katie Hopkins has written a flatly lame piece entitled “Proud fatties aren’t beach body ready… but body bag ready.”
People are always saying how awesome Katie is for writing down what everyone is thinking. This week Katie tries to fat shame the obese cake eaters out there into getting off their gigantic asses and hitting the treadmill before they bankrupt what’s left of the NHS.
Yes, Katie says it’s not okay to be fat and proud. And it’s not. Well okay, be fat if you must, just not the proud part.
In this weeks column of hate Katie takes particular pleasure at pointing her nasty tongue at weight challenged Gemma Atkinson, (those aren’t curves, they’re lumps) who has appeared on Splash! Katie makes reference to Gemma diving into a pool and displacing most of the water in it.
Katie also takes a swipe at Britain’s Got Talent saying that ‘most of the acts are morbidly obese.’
Well, if suddenly it’s uncool to be overweight, then that dwarf faced cow might actually be right. However, I can’t live in a world where semi naked chubsters are on my TV and Katie Hopkins deserves a round of applause.
Fat people are an easy target to post about but Katie Hopkins just isn’t funny. Not because of her lackluster stereotyping but because of her spectacular agenda to offend. After reading her one is left thinking how easy it would be to spend your last silver penny on having her exterminated.
Okay, that’s just me. Katie Hopkins isn’t a child molester. She’s just a person who scores a massive pay cheque writing provocative nastiness about the first thing that she can think of. She probably makes it up.
If these nasty vile tirades came from anyone but a semi-famous blowhard then the Sun would in no way allow Katie to be published. After all 80% of their readership are weight challenged white van men, right?
The Sun’s readers should now remove their stupid glasses and admit that their favourite tabloid is spoon feeding them pseudo-intellectual bullshit and has sold them out.
On the other hand, maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m the Great Satan, offending all the gods of Fleet Street, including Hashtag, the god of tweeting off at the mouth. How else do you explain me not having a column in the nations favourite newspaper? I should go boom and shout penis at the top of my voice and make this happen.
But you know what… put a burqa on Katie, you self-satisfied lump of cheese. The world is watching.