The General Election results were in and Theresa May who had gone to the polls lost her overall majority and was left begging a handful of Ulster reptiles to take a billion pound pay off to save her political career and the woman who had pledged a strong and stable leadership was now a babbling mess, who was being kept on as Tory leader only because the options to her were even more terrible.
George Osborne stated that she was a dead woman walking and the only question was how long she remained on death row.
It’s a zombie government and it’s dead from the neck down, taking a country paralysed by Brexit into a zombie apocalypse and I can’t remember this country ever being controlled by such clueless, backstabbing cowards and they give no leadership, plans, strategies, answers, reliability or belief other than surviving for survival’s sake.
All energy has been sucked out of the Government by the Brexit disaster and restored with fear as predators on the right of Theresa May’s party and in the media wait to picnic on her remains if she goes against their hardline wishes.
Externally, Donald Trump walks all over us, even refusing to give Theresa May a formal meeting at the G7 summit and Russia snubs us.
Europe is laughing at us and the rest of the world and was thought to be forming trade agreements and internally, as the nation becomes more ill-matched by the day, and we’re losing the will to tread water.
As those who govern us fail to understand the basics of governing, it seems like Britain is sailing towards intensive care with no guarantees we’ll stay alive due to eight years of austerity which has paralysed the NHS and even more disturbing than the hapless Theresa May is the calibre of chlorinated chickens who could succeed her.
Chancellor Philip Hammond who looks like he steals bodies in the night represents her Cabinet’s ghastly pallor and Chris Grayling showed as he seeks to defend his shambolic handling of our failing railway system, that a toilet brush possesses more brains and charm.
Words that could be used to that equally blundering nobody Jeremy Hunt who, despite causing more grief on our hospitals than the Luftwaffe, has strangely become the longest ever serving health minister and there’s Boris Johnson, stabbing his leader in the face as he tells his Thatcherite fanbase the nation is heading for a meltdown and we’d be better off being led by Donald Trump and Jacob Rees-Mogg who thinks England’s prosperity declined when serfdom was eliminated.
Or Michael Gove, when it was announced four million Brits had used food banks and accused the poor of eating badly not because they’re skint but because the greedy gits choose solace.
And then there’s David Davis, the weekend SAS man in charge of freeing us from Europe, who revealed he wasn’t elected to that job because of his intellect.
A year on from all the excitement of seeing the Theresa May openly short-circuited there’s little to smile about and little to convince us that we’re not heading for a zombie apocalypse.
And don’t forget Tories are killing the disabled but that’s been going on for ages