If Only She’d Shown Some Humanity!


So destroyed is Theresa May’s credibility that as she started to break, when she showed some emotions through her resignation speech, the trouble was, she cried the wrong tears, and if anything has changed throughout her time as Prime Minister is her waning of compassion.

And the millisecond in which one might feel for another person, even if they are different from you, is now merely political vulnerability, and the valley of tears is a mysterious place and Theresa May’s tears may only have been for herself, merely a single register of the shattering of her delusion, but there they were.

Make no mistake, she’s been an appalling Prime Minister, inaccessible to reality, profoundly indifferent, and entirely tone deaf. Avoiding any possibility to really compromise, and anyone who’s met her will tell you that she doesn’t actually do human, and a walk-in freezer has more warmth, and attractive accessories don’t make a personality.

More importantly, she doesn’t do conversation, she just repeats her lines and her mantras until people are so bored they perhaps agree with her, or she simply pretends that they did.

When she took up the poisoned chalice of delivering Brexit, we thought it was a duty thing, a Christian thing, a God thing, questioning how she got up every morning, walking into meeting after meeting where everyone in the room despised her and believed that she was not up to the job.

This has been called that dreadful catch-all word “resilience”. Actually, it appeared more delusional because Theresa May’s restricted emotional spectrum, disdain for Labour and a cheap knockoff of Thatcherite resoluteness amounted actually to a kind of absenteeism.

But was she ever there at all, this woman cleaning up mayhem, stooped with a burden of her own choice?


Margaret Thatcher wept, too, after being overthrown, but at least she believed things, but Theresa May has never seemed to have an ideology past insensitivity to immigrants, and her Home Office was inhumane, and the torture she caused is still being felt.

This is why her speech citing Nicholas Winton and speaking about injustice rubbed salt in the wound, and her policies were enacted when gay people faced deportation to countries where they faced persecution where people of colour are abused every day, and Grenfell and Windrush are her legacies, she should certainly cry for that.


David Cameron, of course, went out with nonchalant humming and was praised in the Commons for being a nice bloke. Yet all of this fine mess goes back to his decision to hold an election and not conjecture the consequences of the intentional torture his chum George Osborne had inflicted on the most defenceless people in the country, yet this pair’s extensive cruelty has been well compensated.

Never forget that disconnect.

Theresa May’s disconnect was between what she said she wanted to accomplish and how she behaved. She didn’t compromise, or ever show one bit of emotional intelligence. The job was beyond her, and it was also beyond the parochial narcissists who encircled her.

Theresa May was correct in saying that the Brexit vote was a vote for profound change, and it’s also self-evident that such a change couldn’t come from the Tory party, and the voice of healing comes too late.

This is a woman who choreographed an antagonistic environment for immigrants but whose own party became a hostile environment for her, and even now as a dead duck Prime Minister, she still has to endure a state dinner with Donald Trump when he and his entire family entourage arrive in Britain next month, this was yet another thick-witted thing Theresa May agreed to.

So, perhaps she was really crying mercenary tears for herself alone, and for the collapse of her own fantasy, for she has lost the power, to all those who care not for vulnerability, the perverse men, with their insane belligerent talk.

Her fall has been a long time coming but it’s real, and this isn’t about a woman blubbing, it’s much greater than that, she’s broken, because we’re broken, and whether people feel her pain or not, the pain for all of us is about to get worse.

And at the moment when Theresa May let her emotion to show while signing off her resignation speech, she did more for women that she has over her whole political career, and hearing her voice break when she announced that running the country she loves has been “the honour of my life”, it was very hard not to feel sad about the fact that another woman’s time at the helm of the country was over, not to mention the fact that her turbulent time in office will unavoidably be used against other women in politics in the future.

No, I don’t feel sad for Theresa May, she only wept for herself, not for Grenfell, Windrush or the homeless. She didn’t weep for the domestic violence shelters which were shut down on her watch, and the Northern Irish women who suffered because of the DUP’s draconian stand on abortion, or the immigrant women detained in Yarl’s Wood, and it will take decades to turn back the clock on that dismal record, no matter how hard she strives to push the “second-ever female PM” line.

But that moment at the conclusion of her resignation address it was like watching a woman shake off the patriarchal restraints she’d been chained to for more than two years and then finally exhaling.


It was a tad touching, maybe even relatable when you remember her humiliating herself with her dance routine of Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen’ trying so hard to be seen as just another human being, it couldn’t have been easy, but emotion has been weaponised against women since time immemorial, particularly in the political field.

As women our wombs make us irrational, our hormones make us delicate, so we’ve been told, and women supposedly shouldn’t work in these kinds of professions because when you criticise them, they cry, but it makes no difference whether we actually cry or whether we simply assert ourselves, studies have shown that men who respond to situations with anger are praised, and women who do the same are penalised.

Historically when women cry men become misogynistic and they try to demonstrate that women can’t hack it and that we’re too weak, but when women subscribe to do this as men do, it damages men just as much as women because masculinity is the norm.

Now men are frequently praised for crying or talking about their emotions but Theresa May has been torn apart for it, and she’s been mocked across the internet for those closing moments when she ultimately lost her composure.

Of course, Theresa May isn’t the first politician to show emotion, Barack Obama, Gordon Brown, David Cameron, and even Margaret Thatcher all had their moments, but these tears felt much more real than the politically expedient crocodile tears adopted in a timely moment.

Theresa May’s done fighting, and she simply abandoned her defence mechanisms, she really has nothing more to give. The only thing she did have to give was a moving statement that she’d ultimately failed in an office that she held in very high esteem, but then name one male Prime Minister that cried when they didn’t get what they wanted, and perhaps she has lived up to the stereotype that girls always cry when they lose.

Or perhaps she was merely crying because of all the lies she’s told during her career, or for the total destruction, she and her predecessors have subjected us to? Or perhaps she was just showing typically psychopathic behaviour, seeking to garner pity and followers, after all, she did get the job through the illusion of being human.

But then the people of this country have been crying ever since she was elected, now it’s her turn to cry.

I listened through the whole resignation address, odd how she was so composed during her entire address, and then she cracked during the last few words of her resignation, almost like it was scripted.

But her entire address was nonsense. Theresa May was divisive, offensive and arrogant. She didn’t listen to anyone, she took no accountability for her decisions, and she surrounded herself with bungling nincompoops. All in all, she was a thoroughly hopeless Prime Minister, and the only two people she seemingly helped was herself and her tax specialist hedge fund husband, she did nothing positive for anyone else.

Published by Angela Lloyd

My vision on life is pretty broad, therefore I like to address specific subjects that intrigue me. Therefore I really appreciate the world of politics, though I have no actual views on who I will vote for, that I will not tell you, so please do not ask! I am like an observation station when it comes to writing, and I simply take the news and make it my own. I have no expectations, I simply love to write, and I know this seems really odd, but I don't get paid for it, I really like what I do and since I am never under any pressure, I constantly find that I write much better, rather than being blanketed under masses of paperwork and articles that I am on a deadline to complete. The chances are, that whilst all other journalists are out there, ripping their hair out, attempting to get their articles completed, I'm simply rambling along at my convenience creating my perfect piece. I guess it must look pretty unpleasant to some of you that I work for nothing, perhaps even brutal. Perhaps I have an obvious disregard for authority, I have no idea, but I would sooner be working for myself, than under somebody else, excuse the pun! Small I maybe, but substantial I will become, eventually. My desk is the most chaotic mess, though surprisingly I know where everything is, and I think that I would be quite unsuited for a desk job. My views on matters vary and I am extremely open-minded to the stuff that I write about, but what I write about is the truth and getting it out there, because the people must be acquainted. Though I am quite entertained by what goes on in the world. My spotlight is mostly to do with politics, though I do write other material as well, but it's essentially politics that I am involved in, and I tend to concentrate my attention on that, however, information is essential. If you have information the possibilities are endless because you are only limited by your own imagination...

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