Dear Theresa….oh no, in my wildest dreams I cannot begin with that.
Listen. Please listen, where you have refused to listen to, well – practically everyone over the last two or three years. How to begin what even you must in your heart of hearts know is the truth. You have taken us, the whole country, all 70 million of us, whether we ever voted for you, or Brexit, or were too young to vote, or chose to vote for others or even those too disillusioned to vote at all – down a very dangerous road which you must have known long ago was a cul-de-sac, a wrong turning, a decidedly bad deal -however it turns out.
And yet you had it all, an election for Leader of your party which must have surprised even you. Either you bought off Boris or possibly ha had more sense than you, and then the surprise second choice of M.P.s, the lightweight Mrs. Leadsom, took fright and left you the only candidate standing. And instead of trying to unite our deeply divided country by trying to reassure both Remainers and Leavers that you would seek the best compromise that most of us might be able to live with – you came out with the nonsense that “Brexit Means Brexit, and we are going to make a success of it.”
Surely you had read your own Government’s analyses; you must have been in meetings when the Governor of the Bank of England warned of the disaster ahead; you must have known that Brexit was a delusion cooked up by foreign owners of Newspapers, Billionaires and Con-men. Why, you even declared yourself a Remainer.
Admittedly it was a poisoned chalice that dropped into your hands but did you have to drink so greedily, bathed in the (somewhat dubious) glory of being the Prime Minister who took us out of Europe. Your first mistake was not to consult widely, not to take your time, not to be so damned righteous and zealous a convert. Your second was to appoint Boris as Foreign Secretary, (and of course to refuse to sack him as he blundered around the globe); and then in spite you sacked Osborne and even the few half-sensible ministers and replace them with Gove the Snake, smiley-face but dumber than dumb David Davis, and serial idiot Fox. You sold your soul early on to the Hard Brexiteers, neglecting to understand that whatever red meat you tossed them they would bay for even more, until in the end they wanted yours too.
You lost two Brexit Secretaries through your intransigence; it must have been blindingly obvious back then when you forced your Cabinet to swallow what became known as Chequers that you were on to a loser – but you still drove your wretched ‘deal’ forward. As resignation followed resignation you simply dug your leopard-skin high-heels in ever deeper. From the start you tried to deny parliament any say in affairs, you lost court case after court case in your desperation to have it your own way.
And now we are in the sorry state of it all spiralling out of control; defeated twice by huge majorities you still insist it is your deal (even if the Speaker allows it) or no-deal. And even the EU, who despite the Newspapers cries of Betrayal, have bent over backwards to save your miserable skin have had enough of you. Seven days to go before the Iceberg hits us; I feel it is almost certain that now we will leave with no deal and all the chaos that will follow. And all you can bleat is that it all those nasty M.P.s faults. Oh, the Opposition who had the audacity to oppose you; the Scots who voted overwhelmingly to Remain, the Liberals who always wanted to Stay, the dirty dancing DUP who, despite having cash shovelled down their greedy throats, still hate you. But of course, the ones you must hate most are the ones you tried so desperately to indulge – your very own Mad Brexiteers. And you bleat that the M.P.s must tell you what they want…..
Whisper the words quietly, because shouting them has failed. They want you to go away Theresa. In fact we all want you to go away. Just slink out the back door. And ask Mrs. Windsor to relieve you of the burden you have mostly created for yourself. You have failed us, abysmally – so just pack up your few grubby ornaments and leave. You won’t be missed. Let someone else, in fact almost anyone else, clear up your mess.
Yours Sincerely – the whole country