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Truss No One.

While the death of the Queen last week inevitably overshadowed the arrival of the new Tory Prime Minister, Liz Truss, I hope this won't lead to decreased scrutiny.

It's hard to fathom that she's the most popular and competent candidate the Tories could rustle up to lead the UK, but I guess that's what happens when you leave the decision to 0.2% of the population. How can someone who sounds like she's voiced by Speak & Spell and curtseys like she didn't spot a dropped curb in front of her be in charge of our nuclear codes? Her speeches are more wooden than every Center Parcs put together, and the civil service nickname her the "human hand grenade", and yet she still nabs the top job. If nothing else, her promotion continues our ongoing Prime Ministerial decline. It's like watching The Doctor regenerate in the most budget way possible after switching from BBC1 to QVC. You can only fold a piece of paper seven times, and yet the Conservatives can pass from successive shit leader to shitter leader for all eternity without anyone noticing it's still the same party (who made all the mistakes each new iteration says needs fixing) in charge. To quote Alan Partridge, "They've rebadged it, you fool".

I question any Government who'll let Victorian cosplayer and climate change denier Jacob Rees-Mogg be Secretary of State for Energy while the planet cooks. I'm surprised he doesn't advocate the burning of witches as a renewable power source. I bet he has a What the Butler Saw hidden in his attic that he uses for porn.

Come back, Labour, all's forgiven.
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