OPINION
I too did a little dance when I heard the news late Thursday afternoon that we have collectively eradicated “that woman”. My thoughts returned to the thousands of brave determined protesters who spent twenty-four days on the lawns of Parliament. It was their commitment, determination and courage that turned the tide. It was they who took control of the narrative and became the circuit breakers that exposed the cowardly leadership that hid behind the curtains of Parliament.
“That woman” and her Government were hiding in full view and we, the extension of “the river of filth”, never gave up on unfolding the truth. What we observed and exposed was the complete opposite of the narrative oozing out of the beehive. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
We still have a Labour Government of course, but when its leader does a runner only when her pathological dishonesty has been exposed, her inability to face the public was becoming evident and her popularity is diving in the polls, this Government is now a headless chicken. One feels the relief that anaesthetics provide for a toothache. The cause of the pain still exists but the discomfort has been numbed. There is no better relief, but the extraction is still nine months away.
There is no honest legacy. The economy is crippled, her perceived international popularity is a manufactured lie as most of her interventions were. She was the queen of manipulation, her speeches and narrative were crafted for only an audience of one, the United Nations. She always put herself first and through the pandemic, she became the dictator of misery. The podium of truth was her campaign prop as endless days of socialist propaganda spewed forth into the country’s living rooms resulting in a landslide election victory. But now, in the real world, she has crumbled in a heap. Good riddance and thanks for nothing. I can’t find an ounce of sympathy which is not like me. This will be the last time I have to use the narrative “That woman”. Toodle pip from your team of five million.