Oprah Winfrey, a fame-fixated peddler of fake empathy, would be a terrible president
The yearning for a charismatic leader rose again last night in America, when Twitter – what else? – cried out for President Winfrey or, as we would surely call her, President Oprah. What else is global first name recognition for?
It was predictable, if crazed. Oprah gave a competent speech when accepting the Cecil B DeMille award at the Golden Globes. It reminded me of my favourite Mel Brooks joke, which he wrote for the gun-slinging Waco Kid in Blazing Saddles: “I must have killed more men than Cecil B DeMille”.
But never mind that fantasy of apocalypse now; it might come later, when Oprah goes in against North Korea with her publicist and her sofa. She spoke about poverty, and hope, and the abuse and resilience of women; then Meryl Streep, who until now I thought was a sensible woman, suggested Oprah renew America after the sickness of Donald Trump!
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