The great Piers Morgan rightly won “The Celebrity Apprentice” last night. Piers won because of his aggressive and unfailing perseverance and dedication. I love the guy!
I
have a lot of UK friends — so Piers’ bitter joshing and his biting
sense of humor were not lost on me — as they were lost on Donald Trump
and his insolent offspring and on Piers’ “celebrity” competitors.
Piers was smart to never back down from his game play. He had a plan. He stuck to it. He defended it. He won.
His
final competitor was Trace Adkins — a sour, monster-like, country
singer in a ratty cowboy hat – and Adkins never stood a trace of a
chance in winning because Piers went outside his own vested interested
to raise money for wounded veterans from the Iraq war while Trace
wanted to give money to a charity so his daughter might be healed from
her food allergies.
In the comparison between greatness and
wishing: Piers won hands down and Trace went down swinging with his
hands tossed in the air in foetal surrender.
