Et tu, Kemi?

First, consider:

There was a time when voting Tory, as against the detestable SNP in parlmt, was the done thing and in fact, under Boris, it was indeed done at the GE. The official bete noire … Corbyn or Starmer, Momentum for example … well no self respecting person would (cough).

Call Me Pigboy Dave was the first really openly appalling PM in a while … around 2007, I for one woke up as he rammed through his rainbow agenda and that sickening spectacle with Cleggover on the lawn was … er … sickening.  The rest you know.

May, with her shifty eyes and detestable values, wrecked Brexit, which had been voted for precisely to push British, not EU interests … fat chance with Gove doing his worst in camera (Gollum on the gossip line) … and was zipwire Johnson going to buck all that and implement a real Brexit?  

Was he hell. Also, remember the poison dwarf and wife? The berk doing his worst?

So we found ourselves in an invidious position in this country. Greens? Hardly. LibDums? Risible.  Who else?

Weeelll, there was UKIP, yes? Big noise at the Euros, boy dun well, despite his predilection for a pint and a bit of skirt, then came Carswell and the wrecking crew, Hamilton, then came TBP and Nigel’s sellout. Until that moment, things had been looking up.

Had they not?  Um … er … 🤔.

Two close friends of mine at the time, in that genteel, vaguely conservative milieu where they never voted but did like their local non-Tory conservative … weeelll, that was becoming increasingly untenable, wasn’t it?

Andrea briefly seemed to be the gal of the hour but one glance at her personal life told me that, much as it was none of my business, it still made her very shaky as a leader, just as with forty something day Liz, the vacuous shell Penny Mordor … and then there was Kemi … making all the right noises.

Sigh.