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So, we now have a Prime Minister that wasn’t even elected by the Tory party members. Over the weekend it was rumoured that Boris Johnson would re-stand for the top job then Penny Mourdant joined the ‘race’ with Rishi Sunak. (It’s interesting that Sunak was not selected by the Tory party members back when he went up against the ill-fated Liz Truss a few months ago when Johnson had to be replaced.) Then, following lots of support and derision, Johnson decided to stop standing and, Mourdant, likewise withdrew. That left Sunak all alone and, instantly, he was made leader of the Conservative Party without any voting.
While I think being unelected is just as bad as being ruled over by a King, it has to be said that the Conservative party members elected Liz Truss and look at her record.
Sunak is the first person of Indian descent to serve as Prime Minister (or he will be tomorrow when Chuck 3 allows it). He’s also the first Hindu. The thing that concerns me, though, is the fact that he’s the richest person to serve as Prime Minister. In fact, he has more wealth than the King. During a time of austerity and the energy crisis and inflation, etc, how can he empathise with the hoi polloi?
I have no problem with his religion or descent. In fact, I reckon it might stir things up a bit. Hinduism is a far better option than Christianity, if you ask me. Of course, I’d prefer another Atheist leader but, there you go.
While our first unelected Prime Minister was appearing, my day was pretty normal – lots of shredding, a bit of cleaning, a bit of cooking – including my trip to Starbucks.
Jade and Hannah were on duty. Hannah made my coffee, though Jade was going to until another customer walked in. Hannah makes an excellent latte but she’s not very good at the art. Jade said she should at least try a heart. She managed a blob.
I took a sip of the latte, giving a tail to the blob and claiming that I’d almost made it into a heart. Jade, having disposed of the other customer, came over and, with a metal implement, turned the art into a whale.
Not satisfied with just a whale, she gave it little side fins. I declared that it was now the first stage towards a Darwinian whale, which made Hannah laugh so much she almost dropped the drink she was making.
Maybe that’s a better way of selecting the Prime Minister – a latte art competition. Given the Tories don’t trust their party members to get it right, something jolly and artistic would at least be entertaining.
