If I may: It looks to this regretful son of the American Revolution that Mother England has a leadership problem. This observation comes from a subject in a state recently taken over by a foreign enemy and ruled by a "Moron". That provides either the elevated observation platform reserved for those who know one because it takes one OR with the "view" from the subterrane of the dung-covered fungus. I take the optimistic view.
In Theresa May Great Britain has the "next up" successor to the articulate David Cameron. May inherited (an inheritance she much desired) the mess that is Brexit and it has been one bird after another hitting the air pump since. In October, 2016, after less than three months residing at 10 Downing May called for a "hard" Brexit. She got it. Brexit has been hard going for the Brits. In April, nine months in, she called for a "snap" general election. She got it and woke up on June 9 with thirteen fewer colleagues than she had going to bed on June 7. And thirty additions to the loyal opposition. May had misread badly the affection in which her party was held. Less than a week later Grenfell Tower became a towering inferno and it was there in West London that Theresa May had her defining moment.
It was a bad look. Theresa May has had a number of bad looks, including one today and it's not lookin' good for her.
Ah jeez. Tie always askew, when he wears one (official portrait, that), to be you know more "one of the people." Deary me.
But someone who evinces empathy, sympathy, you know human emotions.
Boris Johnson is every bit, ev-er-y, bit the Moron that Donald Trump (for whom he has been mistaken in public) is. E-v-e-r-y bit.
Like Trump, Johnson was born in New York City. He held dual citizenship in the U.S. and Great Britain. Like Trump, Johnson is a liar. Like Trump he is a nativist ("godfather of Brexit"), a racist, and a tax cheat. And like Trump, who will have to flee to Mother Russia before all is said and done, BoJo renounced his U.S. citizenship to avoid an IRS judgment. Taxation without representation. As we know from history, the peopling of America was with Britain's liars, cheats, racists, criminals and mental defectives. Johnson is one of the few who has made the return passage.
In Theresa May Great Britain has the "next up" successor to the articulate David Cameron. May inherited (an inheritance she much desired) the mess that is Brexit and it has been one bird after another hitting the air pump since. In October, 2016, after less than three months residing at 10 Downing May called for a "hard" Brexit. She got it. Brexit has been hard going for the Brits. In April, nine months in, she called for a "snap" general election. She got it and woke up on June 9 with thirteen fewer colleagues than she had going to bed on June 7. And thirty additions to the loyal opposition. May had misread badly the affection in which her party was held. Less than a week later Grenfell Tower became a towering inferno and it was there in West London that Theresa May had her defining moment.
At present the "option" to Theresa May for British subjects is "Jeremy Corbyn." A Red. Who cannot dress. And cannot debate.
A better look.
But someone who evinces empathy, sympathy, you know human emotions.
Th individual on whose behalf the comedian handed Theresa May a mock pink slip today is "Boris" "Johnson." Perhaps Brits will be lucky enough to have a choice between Jeremy and BoJo?
Boris Johnson is every bit, ev-er-y, bit the Moron that Donald Trump (for whom he has been mistaken in public) is. E-v-e-r-y bit.
Like Trump, Johnson was born in New York City. He held dual citizenship in the U.S. and Great Britain. Like Trump, Johnson is a liar. Like Trump he is a nativist ("godfather of Brexit"), a racist, and a tax cheat. And like Trump, who will have to flee to Mother Russia before all is said and done, BoJo renounced his U.S. citizenship to avoid an IRS judgment. Taxation without representation. As we know from history, the peopling of America was with Britain's liars, cheats, racists, criminals and mental defectives. Johnson is one of the few who has made the return passage.
Mother, that is merely how it looks to one of yours truly with 20/400 vision over hereabouts. I fervently wish to be wrong. I frequently am. I am always certain but often wrong. Just not in this case. You are in deep dung. If I may.
