“Why can’t we be treated like the Middletons?”
It’s a good question—and Thomas Markle, Jr. recently asked it.
You remember Thomas Markle, Jr.. He’s the ginger-haired American fellow who wrote Prince Harry a letter warning him to marry Tom’s half-sister, Meghan Markle, at his peril.
And you may remember Trevor Engelson. He’s the ginger-haired American fellow who used to be married to Meghan Markle. Trevor, a Hollywood producer, married Meghan Markle at his peril after seven years of living together. Following a splashy beach wedding in the pricey Ocho Rios Jamaican resort, Meghan mumbled something about things being too long-distance with her living in Toronto and him living in Los Angeles, sent Trevor back her wedding rings by post, dated some sports figures, filed for divorce…or, wait, was it, filed for divorce and then dated some sports figures?
Now you see them, now you don’t.
Just like that, media outlets blasted out the announcement that Meghan Markle, the American-born actress-wife of Prince Harry of the United Kingdom, had flown the royal coop and had taken off for Toronto. Supposedly, royal retainers sent formal letters to Air Canada that they were to ensure that Meghan was isolated from her fellow passengers and that nobody would be allowed to photograph her or molest her.
Did Thomas Markle, Sr. “lie” to Prince Harry?
That’s the question burning up the Daily Mail and British radio waves this weekend.
Commentators claim that Prince Harry telephoned his soon-to-be father-in-law, Thomas Markle, on May 11—eight days before Harry’s wedding to Meghan, and asked him…well, we don’t know exactly what. Because Harry and Thomas had never met nor had they ever spoken before then. So, how do we know for sure who said what to whom, when Thomas Markle can’t even be sure himself who exactly was speaking to him on the telephone?
Call him “Everyman.”
For that is who Thomas Markle, Sr., the estranged, increasingly noisy dad of Meghan Markle, really is.
Thomas Markle is one of us. He’s got three kids, one of whom just married into the British royal family. He’s got a pension. He’s got a silver Volvo. He’s got a penchant for McDonald’s and KFC cuisine. He’s got a testy ex-wife. He’s got Social Security. He’s got a heart condition. And now, he’s got a fan club.
Yup—I kid you not.