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.