The Tories are terrible gamblers, both in the colloquial sense of doing it a lot, and in the sense of doing it badly. Yeah, it’s true, Davy ‘the Pie’ Cameron, in an effort to appease the head bangers (or Eurosceptics) in the Con party, promised an EU referendum; but it wasn’t a serious promise. The British public may be a bit dim, but they’d never be so dim they’d leave the EU, not when there’d be a top team, campaigning against such a possibility. At least DC had the decency to abandon ship when he knew his position was untenable. The Maybot’s spine is probably a little more tangible than her predecessors, but she’s still wholly unwonderful, repetitive, and only marginally warmer than absolute zero. She is so uneasy and naturally evasive she even has difficulty answering pre-selected questions, but also so stubborn she’d happily remove the kitten heel from every left shoe, just to prove she wouldn’t wobble when she walked.
Many professional pundits across the length and breadth of this
never-so-United Kingdom predicted the outcome of the election with
the same accuracy as trying to measure the circumference of the moon
using a shoelace and perspective. Despite poll ratings higher than
the MSG content of a Chinese takeaway, chief strategist Lynton Crosby
warned against calling the snap election May promised she wouldn’t
call; obviously Mr Timothy and Ms Hill (the two advisors who have
neither stood for, nor held, office) knew better. Crosby’s
reasoning was that in times of political uncertainty, despite the
poll ratings, a win couldn’t be guaranteed, – or, perhaps, he
just realised how utterly fucking useless she’d be in a
presidential styled election.
There’s no denying this was a vanity election, the approval
ratings and the whispers from colleagues were enough to force May to
break the promise she had no intention of keeping – who gives a
fuck about a promise when a 100 seat majority is a sure thing?
There’s pride before a fall, and this election campaign was nothing
but one big exercise in hubristic prancing by the Brexit cliff edge.
That’s not to say Theresa May’s achievements should be ignored,
in just 6 short years she managed to miss every immigration target
ever set, reduce the crime rate by redefining crime, and side-stepped
questions like she’s a pro at Dance Dance Revolution.
night went on and her
thumping majority thinned like Andrew Neil’s hair, it was clear
that refusing to engage with the public, repeating the same lines ad
infinitum ad nauseam, starving
children and freezing pensioners
were not great vote winners? Theresa May took Conservative
support for granted,
she assumed the core vote
would always be there, and instead focused on trying to steal as many
Labour votes as possible (only for the
opposite to happen
– every marginal constituency she visited, they lost).
The other problem, aside
from a manifesto worth more
as kindling, was
the offer of nothing new. It
was more of the same 25p cup of piss from the coffee machine. The
Labour manifesto provided something different, it provided hope –
and it was a campaign that stayed positive, even while the
Conservatives went into over-drive with smears and lies. That good
old fashioned sense of British fair-play started to kick in – and
while it all may be have been too little too late, there were no
winners of this election, only those who lost less than others.
Theresa May’s authority and
credibility have vanished, she’s
pissed away her lead faster
than a tramp finding a fiver.
Instead of considering her position, May has tried to save what
little face was left, leaving
her in government, but not in
The only arrangement to be had
is then a confidence and
supply government with Northern Ireland’s Democratic Unionist
Party, which is the BNP meets
fundamental Christianity. They are a party of climate
change deniers, dinosaur deniers, equality deniers, and, young-earth
creationists. They believe gays can influence the weather, that
breastfeeding is exhibitionism (said, without a hint of irony, by the
MP snapped walking in the
nude). One DUPer even tried
to ban beer at an Oktoberfest event.
am embarrassed and ashamed to be represented by these swamp-dwelling
cretins, the image they present to the world is not a good one –
but, if there is one silver cloud to this whole thing, they will
finally receive a level of
scrutiny long over due. The
rest of the UK will wake-up to what we have been living with, a party
founded in fire and brimstone, that while so socially conservative
and derided by the population, still returned to power each year.
How can the UK government hope to
remain impartial in Northern Ireland (as per the Good Friday
Agreement), when they are reliant on the support of the DUP?
The DUP will bang tables and
thump their chests, cooperating only until such a time that it no
longer suits them, or until the knives are firmly in May’s back,
whichever comes first. It is naive to believe May can continue, she
has all the authority of a substitute teacher asleep
at the table. The Tories don’t like losers, and while she may be
rehabilitated further down the line, her days as leader are numbered.
As Gideon said, she’s a dead
woman walking; the only question remaining,
how long is the
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