Friday, 9 June 2017

Hubris thy name is Theresa

When TM announced her snap election 7 weeks ago there were predictions of a Tory landslide of a magnitude not seen since 1983. Majorities of 150 were rumored to be by no means impossible. Aided by Nick Robinson and Laura Kuenssberg of the BBC, and of course the fascist press, we were encouraged to see Jeremy Corbyn as someone slightly to the left of Che Guevara, someone who would ruin Britain. "Strong and stable" she bleated, over and over till we were sick of it. What went so wrong?
            For me there were a couple of turning points. First May's decision not to take part in TV debates. Why? She seemed to do pretty well against Jezza at PMQs, though of course she is extensively briefed prior to those exchanges. But the Great British Public smelled a rat. And when Corbyn reversed himself and decided to take part, it was a master stroke. Then there was the social care issue. Today almost every family in Britain is either facing this problem already or will soon enough. These people, the ones likely to lose their inheritance as they fork out for care for their ailing parents, are the baby boomers, the older voters who tend to support the Tories. They began to lose faith. Then there were the youth, the vote remainers apparently, and they didn't like what happened last June.
          All these factors came together yesterday to deliver a bloody nose to the leave-at-any-price group. John Redwood, for example, was on the BBC this morning looking less like he'd been given a bloody nose and more like he'd gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson- Oh! How happy I was to see it!
          My own life has taken a dark turn of late, though there may still be redemption at the end of the  black tunnel I am in right now. And today has illustrated that the world is not quite as terrible as I feared it was. Well done Britain! You go!

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