Because she's always wrong?
Wronger than a wrong thing. Everywhere, all at once. Her wrongness is omnipresent, like a quantum entanglement of error. His wrongness is indeed so legendary that I bow down to its magnificence, to its disturbing majesty, its industrial-scale errant hegemony of all the mistakes of the whole world wrapped up in one fucking size 8 frock.
Is that the script we're looking for, on this fine day?
p.s. The All England Lawn Tennis Association aka Wimbledon pumps millions of £££ into charitable endeavours, but I expect she steals that and buys rugs and cruet sets in TK Maxx.