YOU’RE serious, aren’t you? You really would elect her prime minister. Liz Truss, unfit to be prime minister of a duck pond. You’d make her prime minister of a country. Not a made-up country but an actual country. This one.
You f**king well would. You’ll have a few drinks at the golf club and think, why not? We’ll be dead in a few years anyway, who cares? Or you think she’s great, in which case you’re dangerously mad and should be disbarred from voting. Or owning sharp pencils.
Admittedly that’s unlikely. You just won’t vote for the other bloke because Love Thy Neighbour and It Ain’t Half Hot Mum were too ‘woke’ for your tastes.
So we get Truss. This is on you, old white people. Well, more red-coloured. You’ll see to it that this self-obsessed cabbage patch doll is PM thanks to lame Thatcherite cosplay like riding a tank around.
You’re only sad that Nadine f**king Dorries isn’t running, or you’d vote for her, wouldn’t you? Or Thatcher. She’d get your vote. And yes, we do mean the dug-up version.
Still, you’ve got the next best thing – Liz’s zombie-like patriotic pronouncements. Think it’s high time we declared nuclear war on Brussels? Vote Truss. Still want to ‘get Brexit done’ for some reason? Liz is a convert.
Was Boris Johnson not bad enough, and now you want someone who’s shit in a different way? The only explanation is that Tory members all have gin-soaked scrambled eggs for brains. Which may not be a bad idea. Make mine a pint of Gordon’s.