I remain really positive about our new Prime Minister and her team. She’s kweative, kwedible and opposed to kwonyism. And she had absolutely no choice in the sacking of her chancellor yesterday. Because, according to her, he shared her vision, expressed her thoughts and did everything she hoped and wished him to do. Leaving his position totally untenable, obviously. How can the man stay in his job when him and the boss were (conceptually) joined at the hip? And therefore the only reason she could have for sacking him was because he was her proxy. She should have sacked herself but lacks the authority and legislature to do that. Ok, she could resign but that would leave her party in possibly a bigger mess than its in now. Itself almost an impossible thought. And just a pause to consider the seemingly understandable indignation of the Conservative Party ‘members’ as to how badly she has fucked up. Because she told them precisely what she intended to do. And they were sufficiently on-board to vote her in, not in spite of those intentions but because of them. Thus it is safe to assume that those same ‘members’ are in fact totally ‘unfit for purpose’. For the purpose of choosing a Prime Minister, that is. Yet that’s how her replacement, should that be necessary, and it pretty much is assured to be necessary, will be selected.

It’s all such a mess that they need to call in the big guys. The A team. The big guns. And this is how that works.

The problem for the government is that they have no credibility whatsoever, having taken a mere 3 weeks to destroy the nation’s economy and worsen the cost of living crisis by hundreds of percent. And that creates hysteria and excitement and panic. So what is needed is the dullest, drabbest, most sleep-inducing person imaginable to calm things down and send the nation into a deep slumber state to stop it complaining. Someone so wet that he is that polar opposite of anything worth waking up for.

In steps, Jeremy Hunt. Perfect. In every way. Nominally, he’s the ‘chancellor’ but in reality he becomes the de facto Prime Minister and Liz Truss will not just answer to him but not say another fucking word without his consent, approval and very bland agreement. Because every word Liz does say seems to cost us 20 cents off the dollar and 2 grand on the mortgage. Plus whatever international credibility still tenuously remains.

For all his faults (errrr… being rich… being brown…) Rishi Sunak told Liz what her plans would do to the economy and to our international status. The economists all worked out that massive borrowing to fund tax cuts, mainly aimed at the higher earners and businesses, would result in high interest rates. But he was four chancellors ago, so no-one listened.

Queen Liz is dead, long live King Jeremy

And God help us all

A xxxx