May - good riddance

I can’t wallow, I’m afraid, in the sort of political class hypocrisy that today will heap May with faint praise. Today she goes as Party leader, and good riddance to bad rubbish. There is, in all honesty, not one single positive thing she’s achieved. Everything she touched turned to shit. A woman of no talent, no real ability, uninspired, mediocre and without charisma, it seems she got as far as she did on a mixture of raw cunning, ruthlessness and deluded self-love. She has been Britain’s worst PM since Lord North. We are better off without her. Sadly she remains in Number Ten like a bad smell until we have replaced her.

Meanwhile the shock of Peterborough should be a reminder of what will happen to Britain if May’s abject failure to Brexit is continued by her successor. If we’re not out by 1st November – in time for the most glorious firework displays since the millennium – the Conservative Party is finished.

Don’t waste a breath of sympathy on May. She’s cost this nation scores of billions, created schism and disharmony, prolonged the uncertainty and has split families and workplaces. If she truly loved this nation she would have gone after her disastrous 2017 election. No, there is only one thing that May loves – herself.

Now she’s gone, there are two more destructive narcissistic liggers we must bring into our sights -