I have never rolled my eyes so hard in my life. Theresa May, the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. Theresa May, the woman who had accused Jeremy Corbyn of being a “terrorist sympathiser” for the best part of a month was now contemplating jumping into bed with a racist, misogynistic, homophobic party that is backed by terrorists. There were no significant developments until around 12pm the next day. Me and my nan sat in front of the TV and watched Theresa May jump in the Jag (hopefully for the last time) and make her way over to Buckingham Palace to ask for the queen’s permission to form a government.
Of course, the queen was going to agree to Theresa May forming a government - The shoddy, overpaid tourist attraction strikes again. Whilst Mrs May drives back to Downing Street, robotic husband in hand to deliver a speech outlining how she intends to continue to fuck us over. It’s a given that the speech was to be held together by the words Brexit, Strong and Stable. But this was undoubtedly, May at her weakest. A woman, who’s spirit was clearly broken, and a woman who had a long couple of days ahead of her. I mean, the Brexit negotiations were just around the corner and Britain was in desperate need of a “strong and stable” leader who would be able to “negotiate the best deal for Britain” despite the fact that a second election is inevitably looming on the horizon.
Of course, this is just the start for Labour. New Labour is well and truly dead – and the results of the snap election is the beginning for Jeremy Corbyn’s party. Think of all that he has achieved in just 7 weeks. Imagine what could be done in the coming months and years. Corbyn is armed and ready with an alternative queen’s speech and undoubtedly with a trick or two up his sleeve.
SNAP!
words: Abbi Parcell