For over three years, British politics have been a pantomime that gives democracy a bad name. A referendum dreamt up to unite the Tory party – spoiler alert, it didn’t – fragmenting the entire electorate with a just-over 50% vote in favour of economic self-harm. The nettle grasped by a vicar’s daughter, and boy oh boy did that nettle sting. Still, she tackled it with robotic determination, while Rome burned, until she finally got the humbling she’d been rooting for since day one. Now, for those of us bludgeoned by the Tory leadership contest, the victor’s blundering first week in parliament has been a joy. But will we find, amid proroguing parliament, sacking twenty-one of his mates – including the longest serving MP – and an apparent willingness to break the law rather than ask Brussels for an extension if he can’t secure a new deal, the final straw that will bring the country to its senses? I hope so, but I can’t believe it will.
 Is that relevant, Anne? It is if she considered that a stamp of her morality, then went on to railroad through an agenda even she didn't want, having voted Remain.
 Or London did, in the Grenfell tower
 See Humbled Theresa puhleeeassse
AKA a fascist plot to demoralise the Left