You’re toast, Theresa.
It’s over.
Kaput.
Finito.
The fork has been well and truly stuck firmly in your political back and there’s no possible way you can now try to cling onto power.
As Monty Python put it in their Dead Parrot sketch, your position is not just ‘pining’, it has ‘ceased to be’.
You’ve just waged the worst campaign in British political history and as a result, been spectacularly humiliated.
Yet extraordinarily, as I write this, you’re insisting you WILL stay on and you’re actively plotting a desperate, dirty coalition government with the dinosaur DUP bigots in Northern Ireland to save your own skin.
Please spare us, and yourself, this absurd farce.
It’s far too an important a time for the country to have such a severely damaged, weakened leader.
The European leaders must be laughing their heads off.
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