Here she was. Teflon Theresa. Reduced to a dried out husk of a person. Suffocating under the weight of chickens all coming home to roost at once. God that was delicious. It was a therapeutic moment. We love to see the baddie get their comeuppance and, fuck yeah, this was some comeuppance. I basked in the joy of hearing her faltering voice as she gave her acceptance speech. The woman some male Tory colleagues call ‘mummy’ feeling her authority not so much draining away as evacuating instantly, like a particularly egregious bowel movement.
The Government are building policies around popular fears, rather than established facts. This is never a good idea. Imagine if our doctors treated us for what we feared was wrong, rather than for what they prove is wrong. We allow our doctors to tell us that our fears are unfounded, and to use facts and science to show us what is actually happening. Our current politicians are to policy what crystal-waving quack healers are to doctors.
It hits us — skilled people that chose Britain for their home. Academics. Innovators. Entrepreneurs. Scientists. IT specialists. Architects. UK is our home. We pay our taxes here. We celebrate British legal fairness and transparency (because “our” countries often lack it). We spread good words about Britain and we praise it all over the world. We are actually proud to be British, even if we aren’t first class citizens (or citizens in the name of law at all). Will we ever be…?