Wally of the Week 2022 – Bombastic Bully & Bore Jack Monroe
Matthew Steeples
In patronising the poor, bombastic bully and bore Jack Monroe yet again shows her truly nasty colours; here is a pontificating pillock who helps utterly nobody (apart from her not-so-sorry self)
Mouthy moron and all-round maniac Jack Monroe has sponsorship deals left, right and bloody centre. This person of confused identity makes a packet from such, yet takes it upon ‘itself’ to claim to be the voice of those living on the breadline.
Trending on Twitter this morning after quite rightly being called out for disgustingly suggesting those on a budget “tip [canned] spaghetti hoops into a sieve and gently rinse them to get rid of the tomato sauce” and then microwave and “enjoy immediately” with “a pinch of pepper,” here is a patronising cretin who previously got herself into a spat with an equal twerp, Tory MP Lee Anderson – a moron who believes a family of four can be fed on a daily budget of 30p.
This time unsurprisingly labelled someone who has “done nothing to help me” by a single mother who has “lived in poverty” and slammed as a “grifter” and “public scrounger,” Monroe, it seems, has deservedly finally been exposed for what she actually genuinely is – an utter hypocrite and a bombastic bloody bully and bore.
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Pictured top – Jack Monroe: A person of very confusing identity – who has variously been “non-binary” and going by “they/them” and “she/her pronouns,” “gay,” “genderqueer,” “lezzer” and “cisgender lesbian” according to Wikipedia – likes to fight utterly anyone. In 2018, she got into a spat with Bath Conservatives after they quite rightly called out parents who “don’t know how to feed their children” as “indolent.”
The controversial tweet in question contained a recipe that involved rinsing canned spaghetti hoops of their accompanying tomato sauce, microwaving, microwaving a bit more and adding butter, oil, cheese and a pinch of pepper. It was hardly revolutionary, helpful or intelligently thought out and though the mouth of the south thought it amusing to call a ‘Tin Can Cook,’ all it did was make her look like a buffoon and a berk.Called out quite rightly as a “grifter” amongst other things, many Twitter users observed that this attention seeker “has done nothing” to help others and relished in the fact that her “grift is beginning to fall apart so spectacularly.”The busybody-bore was called out for her “public scrounging” via her “grifting beg of a blog” on social media after she truly made a prized prat of her anything-but-sorry-self. Here is a person who truly gets the goat of so many and unsurprisingly so.
“You are NOT on the poverty line” raged one Twitter user who added: “Too lazy to get a 9 to 5. Rattling your tip jar to accept other peoples’ generosity which could be going to people who actually need it.” Another pointedly added: “Got a spare £500? Give it to Jack Monroe; she is destitute despite her book deal, TV work and newspaper columns. Her work raising the plight of non-binary folk living off 3p beans is immeasurable. I’ve a lot of time for her and she is a role model to all who grift for a living.”The patronising pest Monroe told her Twitter followers via her @BoostrapCook account that: “It’s a play on a classic – cacio e pepe – literally pasta, pepper and cheese. If you have the means to cook dried pasta from scratch (hob, pan, fuel, colander, physical ability) then good for you, but not everybody does. Snobbish miserable gatekeeping does nothing to help anyone.” She then unhelpfully added: “If you’d prefer my recipe for Torta di Gorgonzola semifreddo with desiccated black olive crumb, I can dig it out. I – can – do the fancy ridiculous stuff too; I just choose not to make that the main focus of my work in favour of the less glamorous ‘making sure people can eat.’” Shame on this ridiculous ranting ratbag.The bombastic bore then turned her attention to examining Liz Truss’s name and banged on about Margaret Thatcher and Theresa May also. Jack Monroe as a conspiracy theorist is one thing, but Miss Marple she most certainly ain’t.
