Matthew Steeples suggests Theresa May’s time truly is up
Theresa May stood at The Centopah yesterday and looked like a she was about to be run into the ground.
Next to the scruffy (as could be easily and always predicted) Commie Jeremy Corbyn, this lackadaisical and utterly pointless woman presented an image of somebody with a dress sense that reflected her status: That of an epic failure. Plainly the clothing suggestions of her only real friend, the charity tin loving Baroness Meyer didn’t pay off.
With the DUP deserting her and ‘Cain and Abel’ (brothers Boris and Jo Johnson) having turned also, we predict May’s next moment will be to follow the path of Julius Caesar. This is a woman whose hand has fallen off the tiller and a woman whose own party is now at war with itself.
People thought John Major was bad but by God, we’re in a situation worse. This may not something akin to the Suez Crisis and the resignation of Anthony Eden (as Jo Johnson described it), but it’s jolly well time Theresa May just faces up to the facts and grabs her and her ‘Garden Gnome-like’ husband’s spoils of premiership before she’s deservedly shoved under the bus.