Given the fact that I'm distinctly British, the newspaper headlines are very much giving me end times vibes. And not just because of who's looking likely to win the leadership (as I've said before, neither of them are exactly prizes. The awfulness was baked in long before we arrived at the final two). One of the pesky core truths pinwheeling around at the moment is that we've got multiple crises unfolding at once and no one at the helm remotely confident enough to counter what's occurring.
We've got the climate situation that's surging us ever more clearly towards a drought - driest July in over a a century apparently, the war in Ukraine adding extra awfulness to the disaster of soaring energy bills (yes, I've definitely got my priorities straight, why do you ask?), already revolting workers are pledging even more widespread strikes should certain leadership pledges come to pass and now we're hearing ever more about the distinct possibility of an 'accidental' nuclear war with China. We're really getting towards some proper season finale shit. Waiting with increasing frustration for the deus ex machina.
Oh, and in your daily remove-the-dipshit-from-all-his-spheres-of-influence-while-you-still-can reminder, it looks like Johnson is concerned about losing his seat. Rather than leaving the field with any measure of grace (ha!), he seems to be plotting a comeback to the point of offering slots in the resignation honours to folk in safer seats than his just so he gets another crack at the whip. While it would be hi-larious for this ruse to result in yet another seat flipping to an alternative party, it doesn't seem worth the risk. Sure, he might be scrabbling around for any semblance of redemption and the assorted checks and balances of the levers of our politics might well be enough to save him but do you really want him putting any more norms to the test?
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