Ding, dong, the witch is dead. Now, I could excerpt some dry-as-a-popcorn-fart mainstream news article for this. But I’d much rather cut to the chase and let Aesop swing that honkin’ big Owee Stick of his.
After doing everything in her miserable grasp to thwart the clearly expressed wishes of the British people regarding Brexit, Prime Minister
MayDecember has finally heard the squeaking of the tumbrel cart wheels, and can see the torches and pitchforks of the distant mob approaching, and will be leaving her office after the mother of all drubbings in the recent parliamentary elections.
(LONDONISTAN) Standing in front of 10 Downing Street, Mrs. May said it was in the “best interests of the country for a new prime minister” to lead Britain through the Brexit process.
Good riddance to bad rubbish. Pity she’s clinging to the office for another few days.
I had written No Longer Great Britain off completely, but perhaps there’s still some life in the old corpse left.
And after the examples of Trump, Bolsonaro, Oz, and now this, I wouldn’t go long on the chances of the Evil Party here in 2020.
Cheer up: things are not as bleak as they seem. And they never are.
I still can’t say I see Brexit ever being allowed to happen, despite these glad tidings of the corrupt and conniving May’s downfall. The Cousins have allowed themselves to be far too thoroughly infiltrated by the Muzzrat horde and anesthetized by decades of socialism to have any realistic hope of saving themselves now, from EU tyranny or much of anything else. But the remaining true-blue Brits can at least retain some dignity and honor for themselves by going down swinging. And hell, who knows? Maybe the horse will learn to sing.