I felt sorry for Theresa (nearly)

There can’t be anybody who hasn’t had that nagging, irritating little cough at the end of a cold. I’ve had them in front of patients when I was working as a GP, and that was bad enough. Imagine having one in front of ten million people. We don’t have to, because we all saw it, in an incident which redefined the expression “car crash politics”.
          Then earlier this week the poor woman was asked how she’d vote if there was another leave/remain referendum tomorrow. And unlike Damian Green, who neatly sidestepped it by saying “That’s a totally hypothetical question and I’m not going to go there”, she remained silent. It is public knowledge the PM supported remain, albeit in the limp, half-hearted way a lot of Tories (and Jeremy Corbyn, come to that) did. She couldn’t say “Nothing that has happened since has changed my mind”; nor could she say, “Well, now I’ve had time to think I would change my vote”. At least she isn’t that hypocritical. But the poor dab is in such a mess right now she couldn’t say anything.
           So, as one human being to another, I was feeling a bit of sympathy. Until yesterday’s PMQs, that is. When challenged by the Labour leader about the universal credit helpline, which for many costs 55p a minute to call, she completely ducked the question. Considering those claiming universal credit are invariably indigent, why couldn’t she say “Yes, that is a problem and we are going to make it free for everyone”? Maybe in her heart she thinks it should be free, but the trouble is she’s still in the thrall of people like IDS, Liam Fox and Owen “I’d rather see the UK’s GDP halved and our unemployment rate double before I submit to those tyrants in Brussels” Patterson.
          John Major didn’t cave in to the “bastards”. But David Cameroon did, which is why we are where we are now, and now Theresa May is doing the same thing. Now these arch-Brexiteers, every bit as fundamentalist in their views as your average IS fighter, are running the country.