I've mithered in the past about her lack of shame, because it's fascinating to me. But that was ages ago, when she still had a a decent fanbase / carefully curated army of flying monkeys. Now it's even more glaring - like, how can she consider getting up on stage knowing that people KNOW everything that comes out of her mouth is a lie? I'd rather diiiiieeeee (not literally, Jack

) than face an audience of people who know about my grift, never mind dealing with the organisers and their unspoken opinions. What can she even talk about? Not the poverty, not the VBI, not even her latest book. Even the thought of her getting up on that stage and chatting
rit is giving me second hand anxiety, because at this point she really is the emperor with no clothes - at Greenbelt, and everywhere else, she is properly naked. It's the stuff of nightmares.