“Whom the gods would destroy, first they make mad.” Anyone watching the face of Tory leader Theresa May in recent weeks must be tempted to cast her as a classical tragic heroine, who a short few weeks ago was happily reading about the incompetence of her opposite number Jeremy Corbyn while she was presented as a baleful strong-woman, set on knocking the stuffing out of the hapless Jeremy and reducing the Labour Party to a scorched shell, unelectable for at least a generation.
And now? Total role reversal. Corbyn has an almost universal approval rating, May is cast in the role of incompetent clown that she thought she’d assigned to Corbyn.
You know you’re in big trouble when the tabloids do a volte-face. Right up to the eve of the election, The Sun was fully behind the Tory leader, headlining the dangers of Britain becoming a Marxist state (no, seriously), if Jeremy Corbyn came to power. And now?
“Listen, May, you called an election when you shouldn’t have called an election and fought a truly rotten campaign.”
“Ballsing up the election is one thing, but Theresa May can think again if she wants to gamble with our Brexit negotations”.
Next time she comes on TV, look into the eyes of the British prime minister. As the former Chancellor of the Exchequer George Osborne said gleefully not long ago, Theresa May is a dead person walking. She may still move, she may still speak, but those eyes have supped their full of horror and have quietly died, the dark rings around them providing a fitting funereal touch.
Oh, and I suppose you’ve heard? This is the leader of the party the DUP can’t wait to sign nuptial vows with. Shurely shome mishtake?