Saint Theresa May, a great National Marta, her crime, dedicating her life to fighting oppression in justice and suffering, she just cared too bloody much.

Doing her very best to unite our polarized nation and brings the divides.

And where's her thanks?

Where's our gratitude?

Oh, you are Catastrophic Prime Minister.

You are one of the chief architects of our country's general state of ruin and turmoil.

You cynically use bigotry for your own cynical purposes with catastrophic consequences for your own citizens.

Oh, the absolute front of trial of your ability, your gruesome reputation by revising history.

Just rude, isn't it?

Hey, we're just pinniquity.

Backseat drivers.

That's what we are.

Who are we to?

Who are we to cast aspersions and what she did when she was in charge of the country and what actually happened?

It's just, just leave her alone.

Let he who has not unjustly deported his own citizens cast of her stone, as I believe it was written in the Holy text.

Seriously though, Theresa May's new book is absolutely nauseating.

As is the attempt by various commentators occasionally to rehabilitate it.

It really sums up, I feel, how power works in this country and many other countries.

You can inflict all sorts of misery and hardship and justice that face swift rehabilitation.

You can see this with George W. Bush in the United States.

He brutally and illegally invaded Iraq.

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