She doesn’t need to be honest or truthful because she knows that a) her frothing cult adventists would never challenge her for fear of a pile on and b) from the mouth of her staff member last night ‘there’s nothing she can’t do and nothing she doesn’t know’ . If enough people treat you like you’re invincible eventually you’ll believe it about yourself.
She’s become a ghastly parody of herself, a grotesquely over inflated, over rated personality who can’t bear to jump off this fast moving super-lucrative gravy train, no matter who she runs over in the process. duck them.
‘I love me who do you love? Actually don’t answer that I don’t give a duck about you’
Now where’s that MBE Cazza… still waiting.