Liz left. The lettuce claimed it had won and for her 44 days in office, where she did nothing because the Queen died, then crashed the economy and hid under her desk, she now receives £115,000 a year public duty payment for the rest of her life. That is extra to anything she earns as an ordinary MP. Whether you care about pork markets or not, that.is.a.disgrace!
This, ‘feel sorry for Maggie Thatcher’ payment feels so wrong now.
Except that it’s not a payment but a maximum amount that can be claimed in expenses for setting up and running an office to continue the work that you might be asked to do as an ex-prime minister but let’s not let the truth spoil our fun.
The situation is so bonkers that Question Time moved to a Panorama slot, rather than the drift-off-on-the-sofa slot. It’s all people wanted to talk about. Another distraction from the real problems happening right now. Post Brexit, post pandemic, cost of living crisis, War in Ukraine, half the world covered in flood water or baked dry. Nobody can think about any of these things because we are stuck in some kind of endless horror film loop. “Thank God! The grown ups are in charge. Wow! Those grown ups are childish. They must go. Thank God! The grown ups are in charge.”
While the Conservative party choose a new leader, who instantly becomes Prime Minister, nothing happens, except more childish squabbling.
The Question Time audience were almost unanimous.
WE NEED A GENERAL ELECTION
It was a tough message.
What they said to the Conservatives was, ‘ We want you out’ - NOW!
Because they don’t even care who they elect as their next leader. People are so fed up they just want/need to vote for someone else. They’d actually prefer the Conservatives not to be on the ballot paper, distracting them with their promises that turn out to be lies.
It won’t/ can’t work like that. We are in for a pause of at least six months while campaigning happens. Norfolk just fell into the sea. Don’t worry, that was Liz Truss’ constituency it won’t be missed.
Meanwhile, it is rumoured that Boris Johnson is going to stand for PM again. The judgement hasn’t actually been finalised about whether he lied to parliament so he could be re-instated and immediately sacked when they conclude their investigation. I’ve never understood the appeal of a boy like Boris, hitting their classmates, turning their big blue eyes to innocent mode, tossing their blond locks and always just about getting away with it. Even less comprehensible is the fact that everyone wants to be their friend, despite the risk of frequent bruising. People will argue it’s fear that makes them want to keep the enemy close but with Boris types the affection always seems genuine. People surely can’t have forgotten that he started all this with his lies about partygate and mishandling of a sexual abuse investigation? It was a whole year ago but no one has that short a memory, surely?
Whatever happens next, the turmoil is far from over. I’m expecting that the Daily Star journalist has a radish lined up for Rishi, a pineapple for Penny, a bean for Ben, a brussel sprout for Boris, a kiwi for Kemi and, just in case, a melon for Michael.
My daughter has finally made a full and frank apology. All of this is her fault. As a child she kept saying that she would like to live through History. I warned her to be careful what she wished for and reminded her of the Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times.” She was adamant, though, and insisted on wanting to record it. Yesterday, though, she texted to apologise.
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