Just Go...

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Given what transpired in Parliament this afternoon, I can't help but write about what should be the imminent demise of the PM's career as the head of British politics; but I've long learned not to count me chickens, etc. The bugger will not leave honourably and voluntarily: he will need to be defenestrated like Thatcher. The writing's not just on the wall, it is blazoned in gaudy neon in Piccadilly Square and far beyond. David Davis wielded the sharpest of rhetorical daggers in PMQ's today and the crossing of the aisle by a Red Wall Tory MP surely augers badly for Doris Pooh: even the people he enabled and championed are lining up for the part of Brutus in this shoddy remake of Julius Caesar.

The Bear (or dog - not sure, any more) is still doubling down on the line that we all have to wait for the report of the investigation in order that he can then remember exactly what it was he did wrong, that he can't quite bring to mind just at the moment. The most astonishing thing about this tawdry affair is that so many back-bench apologists are still so vocal: why? You can understand the spineless chancers on the front benches sticking with him: their jobs, businesses and lifestyles are dependent on the bastard after all, but what have those outside the fold got to gain by continuing to support Captain Ahab on his quest for oblivion? Beggars belief...

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