Wouldn’t you know that when Angela Power-Disney posted yesterday’s “Answering the Inquisitor” video, in which she offered replies to the many questions she’s been asked by those who’ve noticed that none of her stories add up, she’d come up with even more lies to explain the previous lies?
No surprises there, but we really didn’t expect any actual truthiness from Angie; we think she lost track of the truth many years ago, and now just blurts out whatever happens to pop into her tiny mind.
What interested us about this effort, though, was the sub-text: why did Angela finally decide to offer answers to questions we and others have been asking her for over a year? Why now?
And why did she need to dress up in a sheer evening gown covered in fancy glittery stuff, all over a leopard-print bra, to do it in?
(Bonus question: who can identify the ring on her right hand? We’re sure she’d tell you its a “very good copy”, which she’s been assured by an appraisals specialist would fetch thousands at auction. But a very good copy of what famous bauble? Answers on a postcard, please.)
We don’t delude ourselves that Angela has finally decided to come clean, bare her soul, and start fresh, cleansed in the pure sweet dew of the truth.
No, she’s up to something, and we think we know what it is: Angela is on the pull.
Think about it: why else would she want to offer seemingly honest answers to difficult questions, which have been hanging over her like a foul miasma for so many months now? Surely she has a new gentleman caller on the horizon, and she’d rather that his view of her not be tainted with allegations that she is a liar, a thief, a malicious gossip, a slanderer, a purveyor of online harassment to innocent people, and a charity scammer.
Why else would she feel compelled to insist that she had no designs on Rupert, when she’d confessed in a heartfelt letter to Rev. David Chesoli that she was “falling in love” with the brash American? And why would she need to specifically point out that she’s been celibate for the past 11 years? Or that she’s had 11 proposals, 3 engagements, and so forth?
One doesn’t usually offer up one’s romantic resumé while tarted up in see-through attire, exotic undies, and flashy fake jewellery, unless one has one’s beady eye on specific prey.
Whoever the unlucky gentleman might be, we have some advice: Run, as fast as your little legs will carry you!
And if you can’t do that, lie face down in the foetal position, and cover the back of your neck with your clasped hands. We understand that this is the approved defensive manoeuvre when in the presence of a cougar.